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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2065 | 2011-09-01 06:28:38 | 49.14 | 95% |
| 1321 | 2011-08-15 16:32:39 | 62.17 | 97% |
| 1133 | 2011-08-12 06:34:33 | 58.38 | 92% |
| 703 | 2011-07-18 03:10:31 | 57.66 | 96% |