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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1947 | 2012-11-05 15:33:26 | 65.89 | 92% |
| 1812 | 2012-10-04 10:54:49 | 68.49 | 97% |
| 1762 | 2012-09-23 13:55:05 | 69.04 | 95% |
| 963 | 2012-01-18 16:03:12 | 62.36 | 96% |
| 780 | 2012-01-03 10:26:36 | 61.30 | 94% |
| 694 | 2011-12-20 15:52:36 | 52.98 | 94% |