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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1918 | 2011-06-15 20:03:35 | 75.31 | 94% |
| 1896 | 2011-06-14 21:39:17 | 69.13 | 90% |
| 1834 | 2011-06-13 15:33:23 | 66.92 | 90% |
| 1507 | 2011-04-26 11:38:18 | 57.88 | |
| 1420 | 2011-04-21 09:29:18 | 71.13 | |
| 1325 | 2011-04-20 20:00:26 | 70.34 | |
| 303 | 2011-01-25 08:21:35 | 59.92 |