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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 821 | 2011-12-30 12:11:10 | 90.42 | 92% |
| 753 | 2011-12-28 07:24:00 | 98.14 | 94% |
| 470 | 2011-10-15 16:36:28 | 93.18 | 95% |
| 285 | 2011-10-02 13:06:50 | 90.37 | 94% |
| 157 | 2011-09-29 09:27:20 | 94.96 | 96% |