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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2680 | 2013-07-27 22:39:10 | 80.04 | 95% |
| 2635 | 2013-07-22 18:44:11 | 80.57 | 98% |
| 1440 | 2011-02-15 23:24:27 | 71.39 | |
| 1003 | 2010-04-07 21:02:02 | 66.57 | |
| 996 | 2010-04-07 20:53:54 | 64.84 | |
| 571 | 2009-11-06 20:47:25 | 57.66 |