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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1978 | 2011-10-26 19:09:12 | 92.75 | 93% |
| 1970 | 2011-10-26 13:36:15 | 101.06 | 97% |
| 1500 | 2011-10-08 02:35:17 | 97.65 | 98% |
| 886 | 2011-09-12 13:42:07 | 95.21 | 95% |
| 712 | 2011-09-08 16:48:20 | 104.52 | 99% |