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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3112 | 2014-05-12 12:16:54 | 78.66 | 96% |
| 1469 | 2009-09-24 02:33:11 | 55.37 | |
| 1113 | 2009-08-31 07:15:27 | 46.68 | |
| 895 | 2009-08-13 12:51:47 | 47.22 | |
| 685 | 2009-08-10 16:48:31 | 46.64 | |
| 542 | 2009-08-07 10:12:41 | 46.91 | |
| 460 | 2009-08-06 23:48:22 | 46.68 | |
| 359 | 2009-08-05 09:38:06 | 43.04 |