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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1337 | 2011-11-13 20:52:03 | 69.38 | 90% |
| 913 | 2011-10-24 10:08:06 | 68.47 | 92% |
| 817 | 2011-10-22 08:28:55 | 68.68 | 94% |
| 28 | 2011-04-09 14:39:12 | 56.89 |