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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 904 | 2012-03-22 16:06:01 | 48.62 | 96% |
| 694 | 2012-03-08 14:47:05 | 51.27 | 94% |
| 291 | 2012-02-02 14:39:24 | 45.67 | 96% |
| 149 | 2012-01-25 03:37:59 | 41.24 | 92% |