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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1609 | 2012-10-14 11:18:32 | 60.27 | 96% |
| 1585 | 2012-10-13 07:34:20 | 59.65 | 96% |
| 1301 | 2012-08-22 07:10:29 | 54.01 | 97% |
| 848 | 2012-06-25 08:52:29 | 52.55 | 98% |
| 165 | 2012-06-06 17:05:33 | 37.85 | 92% |