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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1552 | 2011-11-16 17:49:38 | 66.25 | 93% |
| 1408 | 2011-11-11 13:32:25 | 58.63 | 90% |
| 1256 | 2011-11-07 19:31:47 | 63.25 | 92% |
| 1213 | 2011-11-07 17:29:17 | 63.30 | 89% |
| 419 | 2011-10-21 13:29:24 | 50.67 | 89% |
| 409 | 2011-10-21 13:07:23 | 54.10 | 92% |