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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1575 | 2012-12-08 17:36:56 | 104.45 | 95% |
| 1531 | 2012-11-14 17:34:58 | 87.82 | 91% |
| 1440 | 2012-10-28 17:21:23 | 89.69 | 92% |
| 1387 | 2012-10-25 10:45:05 | 97.56 | 94% |
| 797 | 2012-07-31 21:17:11 | 87.04 | 90% |
| 744 | 2012-07-30 19:49:33 | 87.61 | 93% |