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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 771 | 2011-12-05 09:25:50 | 107.02 | 95% |
| 748 | 2011-12-05 03:47:20 | 112.32 | 98% |
| 557 | 2011-11-28 08:06:37 | 116.80 | 96% |
| 187 | 2011-11-06 22:06:15 | 106.75 | 96% |