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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1021 | 2011-11-23 19:27:54 | 65.86 | 87% |
| 908 | 2010-05-07 11:25:50 | 68.19 | |
| 497 | 2009-11-13 12:32:26 | 49.77 | |
| 377 | 2009-06-22 22:09:28 | 40.95 | |
| 331 | 2009-06-15 12:20:06 | 45.79 | |
| 263 | 2009-05-28 23:55:38 | 42.07 | |
| 155 | 2009-03-30 11:33:17 | 38.12 |