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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2290 | 2011-12-31 14:38:47 | 72.88 | 92% |
| 2028 | 2011-06-29 10:39:20 | 63.98 | 92% |
| 1296 | 2011-05-28 05:43:02 | 63.76 | 92% |
| 1184 | 2011-05-22 16:53:42 | 59.19 | 91% |
| 924 | 2011-05-13 08:38:10 | 60.39 | 94% |
| 773 | 2011-04-18 14:08:55 | 53.97 | |
| 583 | 2010-09-06 06:51:45 | 65.57 | |
| 565 | 2010-09-05 23:54:09 | 64.39 |