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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5358 | 2013-02-26 02:41:31 | 54.49 | 88% |
| 5039 | 2013-02-24 15:03:47 | 45.67 | 84% |
| 4507 | 2013-02-22 02:18:42 | 51.39 | 93% |
| 4093 | 2013-02-20 03:05:23 | 53.40 | 90% |
| 2570 | 2013-02-05 13:23:18 | 48.83 | 88% |
| 1516 | 2013-02-02 02:26:57 | 53.98 | 91% |
| 978 | 2013-01-27 07:00:29 | 52.12 | 87% |
| 871 | 2013-01-24 13:40:03 | 46.78 | 83% |