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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1390 | 2012-05-03 21:35:40 | 97.22 | 90% |
| 1340 | 2012-05-03 13:25:35 | 92.54 | 86% |
| 1283 | 2012-05-03 03:10:08 | 107.50 | 93% |
| 1161 | 2012-04-29 23:11:03 | 107.72 | 97% |
| 973 | 2012-04-28 04:13:35 | 114.15 | 98% |
| 787 | 2012-04-22 05:40:13 | 98.43 | 92% |