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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 539 | 2012-02-04 09:58:25 | 97.18 | 92% |
| 480 | 2012-02-02 08:00:30 | 98.73 | 94% |
| 366 | 2011-11-22 15:27:06 | 83.29 | 92% |
| 313 | 2011-10-27 15:00:39 | 80.28 | 96% |
| 265 | 2011-09-21 13:39:47 | 79.60 | 94% |
| 247 | 2011-09-17 10:01:18 | 85.05 | 94% |
| 152 | 2011-06-20 14:51:46 | 68.14 | 91% |
| 69 | 2011-05-07 09:13:34 | 57.50 | 87% |