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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1005 | 2012-04-01 07:12:54 | 63.68 | 91% |
| 757 | 2012-02-04 14:58:03 | 59.02 | 89% |
| 744 | 2012-02-03 10:34:23 | 55.32 | 86% |
| 685 | 2012-01-30 04:08:42 | 57.02 | 88% |
| 206 | 2012-01-10 11:03:12 | 61.49 | 93% |
| 55 | 2012-01-08 15:30:17 | 50.09 | 90% |