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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1288 | 2011-03-20 14:23:24 | 90.07 | |
| 1135 | 2010-10-03 19:04:32 | 89.05 | |
| 608 | 2009-05-19 19:31:31 | 89.38 | |
| 531 | 2009-05-16 12:28:35 | 79.71 | |
| 244 | 2009-04-20 19:45:52 | 72.50 | |
| 145 | 2009-04-18 19:40:32 | 78.92 | |
| 106 | 2009-04-18 10:05:45 | 66.64 | |
| 63 | 2009-04-17 10:18:14 | 66.49 |