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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 656 | 2012-10-09 12:52:01 | 166.10 | 96% |
| 582 | 2011-09-30 01:50:29 | 171.70 | 100% |
| 503 | 2011-06-20 11:30:59 | 174.20 | 100% |
| 220 | 2011-06-02 23:00:24 | 142.62 | 97% |
| 217 | 2011-06-02 22:56:59 | 156.97 | 99% |
| 56 | 2011-05-22 20:56:10 | 151.44 | 99% |
| 37 | 2011-05-19 23:48:29 | 148.46 | 99% |