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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1248 | 2012-03-10 21:15:04 | 65.50 | 96% |
| 1039 | 2012-03-06 04:35:10 | 61.00 | 96% |
| 968 | 2012-03-05 23:33:01 | 57.92 | 94% |
| 861 | 2012-03-04 21:11:30 | 65.16 | 96% |
| 818 | 2012-03-04 06:58:54 | 62.04 | 92% |
| 482 | 2012-03-02 04:55:09 | 59.54 | 94% |
| 205 | 2012-02-28 08:10:04 | 64.73 | 97% |
| 145 | 2012-02-28 00:33:13 | 63.82 | 96% |