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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3862 | 2012-04-27 03:21:54 | 72.05 | 94% |
| 2878 | 2012-03-28 06:22:37 | 63.63 | 90% |
| 2013 | 2012-03-09 08:09:06 | 64.21 | 90% |
| 1809 | 2012-03-05 09:07:31 | 77.90 | 96% |
| 1110 | 2012-02-11 12:52:38 | 62.46 | 94% |
| 1007 | 2012-02-07 08:17:02 | 65.74 | 94% |