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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1032 | 2011-10-04 01:41:15 | 72.56 | 89% |
| 1009 | 2011-09-03 20:42:23 | 62.03 | 86% |
| 635 | 2011-08-09 16:50:58 | 81.89 | 92% |
| 470 | 2011-08-06 04:52:06 | 81.56 | 94% |
| 360 | 2011-07-31 02:46:07 | 79.79 | 91% |
| 183 | 2011-06-27 23:46:21 | 80.87 | 93% |