Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes - they call me on and on across the universe. Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box - they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 962 | 2011-08-31 11:33:03 | 67.38 | 92% |
| 760 | 2011-08-09 06:18:25 | 61.96 | 92% |
| 100 | 2011-04-11 15:09:39 | 43.90 |