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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2629 | 2012-10-03 17:18:56 | 23.69 | 74% |
| 2405 | 2012-01-13 18:41:24 | 86.21 | 97% |
| 2126 | 2011-11-23 16:22:18 | 78.07 | 95% |
| 2099 | 2011-11-23 13:53:39 | 76.03 | 94% |
| 1864 | 2011-09-14 11:57:52 | 78.81 | 94% |
| 1447 | 2011-04-13 15:26:34 | 73.94 | |
| 1230 | 2011-01-10 20:08:48 | 64.33 |