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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1315 | 2012-10-02 10:47:30 | 91.52 | 98% |
| 1298 | 2012-09-29 19:06:20 | 93.60 | 98% |
| 1256 | 2012-09-26 09:46:43 | 91.54 | 97% |
| 406 | 2012-07-29 10:56:54 | 84.23 | 95% |
| 257 | 2012-07-19 11:30:46 | 74.53 | 93% |
| 233 | 2012-07-17 08:41:55 | 85.07 | 97% |