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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1137 | 2012-03-31 06:54:43 | 123.24 | 96% |
| 976 | 2012-03-29 09:23:56 | 121.96 | 96% |
| 913 | 2012-03-28 06:28:13 | 126.02 | 97% |
| 681 | 2011-04-24 14:46:06 | 110.26 | |
| 566 | 2011-04-22 04:53:07 | 104.56 | |
| 496 | 2011-04-21 14:17:18 | 118.48 | |
| 455 | 2011-04-21 04:31:28 | 109.91 |