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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 909 | 2011-12-29 01:24:37 | 82.26 | 94% |
| 830 | 2011-12-13 04:11:04 | 92.75 | 96% |
| 799 | 2011-12-12 02:45:42 | 90.48 | 97% |
| 354 | 2011-09-02 15:24:55 | 79.37 | 95% |
| 18 | 2011-07-26 21:55:42 | 46.50 | 97% |