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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2763 | 2011-10-05 17:18:51 | 48.55 | 96% |
| 1139 | 2011-07-26 19:22:50 | 46.44 | 95% |
| 608 | 2011-07-12 00:02:25 | 36.56 | 90% |
| 588 | 2011-07-08 04:51:48 | 40.71 | 93% |
| 360 | 2011-06-21 19:14:15 | 35.58 | 90% |