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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 612 | 2011-07-16 14:58:45 | 80.22 | 96% |
| 605 | 2011-07-15 11:12:15 | 84.87 | 96% |
| 530 | 2011-07-09 14:44:55 | 71.08 | 92% |
| 156 | 2011-07-02 14:03:45 | 74.08 | 93% |