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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2528 | 2011-12-26 15:13:08 | 110.90 | 94% |
| 1997 | 2010-06-09 19:40:16 | 106.41 | |
| 1980 | 2010-06-09 19:15:03 | 116.14 | |
| 1314 | 2010-01-16 15:13:41 | 110.40 | |
| 980 | 2009-12-23 09:25:08 | 89.14 | |
| 932 | 2009-12-23 03:30:25 | 86.31 | |
| 478 | 2009-12-10 08:44:35 | 87.96 | |
| 331 | 2009-12-06 18:00:57 | 85.81 |