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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 514 | 2012-03-25 22:50:29 | 105.71 | 95% |
| 477 | 2012-02-20 03:30:27 | 99.07 | 94% |
| 281 | 2012-01-03 21:19:30 | 96.79 | 93% |
| 225 | 2011-12-14 07:57:23 | 97.44 | 93% |
| 43 | 2011-10-31 21:36:18 | 102.43 | 96% |