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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1999 | 2011-08-19 13:04:08 | 82.12 | 98% |
| 1938 | 2011-08-16 18:52:02 | 71.52 | 91% |
| 1844 | 2011-08-04 18:24:03 | 74.01 | 93% |
| 1829 | 2011-08-04 17:58:53 | 84.92 | 96% |
| 1622 | 2011-07-27 17:51:03 | 77.09 | 96% |
| 1391 | 2011-06-16 16:26:54 | 71.53 | 92% |
| 1120 | 2011-06-06 17:50:19 | 73.83 | 96% |
| 143 | 2011-05-09 17:27:20 | 55.02 | 95% |
| 26 | 2011-05-06 23:40:52 | 53.42 | 96% |