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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1437 | 2012-09-04 06:16:52 | 75.85 | 96% |
| 1335 | 2012-08-21 03:52:52 | 76.97 | 98% |
| 1273 | 2012-08-17 13:55:33 | 70.66 | 97% |
| 1272 | 2012-08-17 13:53:54 | 70.59 | 96% |
| 810 | 2011-04-02 13:51:05 | 59.33 | |
| 641 | 2011-03-29 02:18:51 | 55.89 | |
| 127 | 2011-03-04 00:23:14 | 49.27 |