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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2104 | 2012-02-19 23:56:41 | 92.89 | 95% |
| 2046 | 2012-02-19 19:24:18 | 89.97 | 93% |
| 1701 | 2012-02-05 03:39:41 | 89.44 | 95% |
| 1577 | 2011-10-24 01:42:25 | 63.87 | 89% |
| 893 | 2011-05-04 04:21:31 | 74.33 | 86% |