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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 820 | 2011-09-13 10:32:01 | 68.35 | 92% |
| 813 | 2011-09-09 10:42:41 | 67.57 | 94% |
| 755 | 2011-08-22 11:30:21 | 64.96 | 92% |
| 579 | 2011-06-02 13:08:10 | 69.86 | 94% |
| 416 | 2011-02-16 14:34:56 | 72.32 |