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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2607 | 2012-08-15 17:57:20 | 60.50 | 92% |
| 1888 | 2012-04-08 11:35:17 | 45.76 | 95% |
| 1644 | 2012-03-30 13:41:54 | 59.82 | 95% |
| 1263 | 2012-03-25 19:27:23 | 58.55 | 95% |
| 1153 | 2012-03-23 15:25:28 | 59.06 | 95% |
| 984 | 2012-03-17 09:53:00 | 56.08 | 95% |
| 481 | 2012-03-09 01:19:35 | 58.00 | 97% |
| 135 | 2012-01-03 14:20:12 | 49.04 | 93% |