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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1121 | 2011-08-17 10:04:22 | 58.72 | 94% |
| 1072 | 2011-08-17 03:37:22 | 55.24 | 92% |
| 474 | 2011-07-24 14:27:44 | 53.79 | 91% |
| 43 | 2011-07-16 05:53:00 | 52.26 | 92% |