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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1446 | 2011-11-22 10:30:18 | 66.16 | 94% |
| 1366 | 2011-11-10 10:47:26 | 63.32 | 93% |
| 887 | 2011-06-11 08:29:08 | 58.77 | 93% |
| 611 | 2011-03-14 14:50:02 | 53.54 | |
| 524 | 2011-03-07 07:42:54 | 55.69 | |
| 440 | 2011-03-03 14:06:49 | 60.58 |