Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1580 | 2011-09-07 15:33:40 | 79.93 | 95% |
| 1523 | 2011-08-21 01:50:16 | 79.76 | 95% |
| 1514 | 2011-08-20 13:14:08 | 79.83 | 94% |
| 829 | 2011-04-03 16:19:50 | 73.38 | |
| 14 | 2011-02-02 05:23:38 | 49.40 |