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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2025 | 2011-10-06 03:26:09 | 47.27 | 91% |
| 1372 | 2011-09-30 05:56:52 | 39.28 | 87% |
| 631 | 2011-09-22 07:43:43 | 36.08 | 86% |
| 540 | 2011-09-22 03:21:08 | 39.71 | 90% |
| 154 | 2011-09-16 01:38:15 | 33.05 | 89% |