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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1554 | 2011-06-09 01:59:06 | 70.69 | 92% |
| 1457 | 2011-06-02 06:19:11 | 66.84 | 90% |
| 913 | 2011-05-21 10:12:57 | 66.68 | 90% |
| 735 | 2011-05-16 10:51:34 | 63.15 | 91% |
| 568 | 2011-05-13 06:08:34 | 67.17 | 90% |
| 199 | 2011-05-04 09:26:29 | 54.88 | 89% |