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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4227 | 2012-06-11 12:24:50 | 75.33 | 94% |
| 3809 | 2012-05-16 08:36:20 | 76.70 | 92% |
| 3322 | 2012-04-19 17:16:35 | 86.57 | 96% |
| 3179 | 2012-04-13 10:30:11 | 80.98 | 96% |
| 3088 | 2012-02-27 13:22:05 | 81.95 | 97% |
| 2704 | 2012-02-17 16:27:03 | 78.48 | 95% |
| 1861 | 2011-12-27 10:04:51 | 68.88 | 95% |
| 1015 | 2011-11-28 18:03:07 | 67.32 | 95% |
| 709 | 2011-11-05 19:37:30 | 60.96 | 94% |
| 436 | 2011-10-25 11:58:55 | 56.85 | 94% |
| 37 | 2011-10-09 19:30:53 | 43.67 | 89% |
| 5 | 2011-10-09 18:40:12 | 40.47 | 94% |