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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1044 | 2012-06-23 23:51:00 | 116.40 | 100% |
| 944 | 2012-06-18 12:23:09 | 98.48 | 98% |
| 297 | 2012-04-27 14:20:30 | 68.86 | 92% |
| 282 | 2012-04-26 15:11:04 | 75.34 | 93% |
| 101 | 2011-12-05 15:03:06 | 68.81 | 93% |