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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2130 | 2012-02-25 11:10:33 | 79.04 | 97% |
| 1925 | 2012-02-16 06:21:28 | 73.26 | 99% |
| 1912 | 2012-02-15 09:09:15 | 74.45 | 98% |
| 856 | 2012-01-03 10:26:39 | 59.09 | 93% |
| 760 | 2012-01-02 09:10:25 | 68.67 | 99% |
| 614 | 2011-12-31 09:50:19 | 70.28 | 100% |
| 191 | 2011-12-27 13:10:48 | 70.86 | 98% |