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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1546 | 2012-10-03 04:48:14 | 108.73 | 93% |
| 1337 | 2012-09-25 22:49:35 | 111.35 | 92% |
| 656 | 2012-09-03 04:30:44 | 126.89 | 98% |
| 515 | 2012-08-31 19:22:01 | 119.30 | 96% |
| 462 | 2012-08-29 01:52:31 | 127.21 | 96% |
| 410 | 2012-08-28 03:56:08 | 113.62 | 93% |
| 285 | 2012-08-26 21:55:01 | 122.41 | 97% |
| 112 | 2012-08-23 18:18:28 | 120.64 | 98% |