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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1927 | 2011-08-13 04:00:29 | 102.25 | 98% |
| 1582 | 2011-07-09 23:30:30 | 101.01 | 97% |
| 1322 | 2011-06-24 02:20:57 | 102.84 | 98% |
| 763 | 2011-06-09 15:27:01 | 110.62 | 100% |
| 347 | 2011-06-05 23:10:42 | 98.87 | 97% |
| 88 | 2011-06-05 12:31:56 | 82.52 | 94% |