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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1293 | 2011-09-07 08:54:26 | 91.71 | 91% |
| 1203 | 2011-09-03 09:31:44 | 104.02 | 92% |
| 355 | 2011-08-09 20:08:06 | 94.36 | 96% |
| 73 | 2011-08-07 01:22:13 | 79.70 | 94% |