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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 835 | 2011-06-22 04:47:42 | 82.74 | 88% |
| 726 | 2011-06-13 04:57:36 | 97.32 | 98% |
| 685 | 2011-06-07 03:43:19 | 91.13 | 96% |
| 212 | 2011-05-16 05:00:51 | 90.09 | 96% |
| 32 | 2011-05-10 03:36:58 | 81.06 | 97% |