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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3501 | 2011-08-15 18:28:03 | 111.11 | 96% |
| 3380 | 2011-06-22 19:31:37 | 97.52 | 90% |
| 3129 | 2011-05-23 19:46:50 | 106.49 | 94% |
| 3090 | 2011-05-21 18:22:20 | 105.26 | 91% |
| 2572 | 2011-03-01 21:17:18 | 93.69 | |
| 2366 | 2011-02-09 20:32:52 | 93.60 | |
| 2023 | 2011-01-15 14:39:37 | 90.26 | |
| 1701 | 2011-01-06 22:36:00 | 93.87 | |
| 1379 | 2010-12-31 14:09:59 | 89.66 | |
| 844 | 2010-12-20 14:59:57 | 78.67 | |
| 783 | 2010-12-19 23:15:56 | 78.45 | |
| 56 | 2010-11-28 13:42:36 | 80.25 |