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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2706 | 2012-12-02 14:39:12 | 62.91 | 92% |
| 2016 | 2012-01-25 13:36:02 | 56.95 | 92% |
| 930 | 2011-11-20 09:27:17 | 49.23 | 91% |
| 328 | 2011-09-10 22:48:10 | 46.02 | 89% |
| 223 | 2011-09-09 06:20:32 | 35.80 | 83% |
| 210 | 2011-09-04 04:12:04 | 41.77 | 89% |