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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2451 | 2012-12-09 06:11:38 | 42.34 | 84% |
| 2381 | 2012-11-18 07:56:20 | 43.81 | 85% |
| 2368 | 2012-11-18 07:35:16 | 43.96 | 84% |
| 1583 | 2012-10-11 20:34:16 | 42.03 | 87% |
| 1272 | 2012-10-09 20:13:03 | 43.52 | 88% |
| 795 | 2012-10-06 09:33:13 | 40.79 | 81% |
| 562 | 2012-10-03 18:17:43 | 34.40 | 75% |