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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 912 | 2012-03-04 04:33:01 | 67.39 | 95% |
| 874 | 2012-03-03 16:50:14 | 65.47 | 96% |
| 662 | 2012-02-25 15:00:33 | 65.38 | 98% |
| 655 | 2012-02-25 14:51:51 | 71.28 | 99% |
| 340 | 2012-02-14 13:03:38 | 67.27 | 98% |
| 204 | 2012-02-11 09:50:16 | 61.03 | 96% |