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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1003 | 2012-10-09 20:40:56 | 54.12 | 94% |
| 807 | 2012-09-11 16:02:20 | 43.49 | 92% |
| 322 | 2012-08-13 16:29:22 | 34.83 | 92% |
| 239 | 2012-07-25 18:39:50 | 39.90 | 95% |