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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2412 | 2011-12-29 01:24:37 | 83.30 | 95% |
| 2029 | 2011-07-11 11:55:05 | 90.63 | 96% |
| 2028 | 2011-07-11 11:54:08 | 89.40 | 98% |
| 1091 | 2011-05-09 09:24:43 | 80.84 | 98% |
| 943 | 2011-05-03 21:00:03 | 76.08 | 96% |
| 926 | 2011-05-03 18:41:28 | 66.16 | 92% |
| 663 | 2010-12-17 14:49:48 | 66.58 |