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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1120 | 2014-05-25 18:59:54 | 88.88 | 93% |
| 739 | 2011-07-23 02:14:19 | 70.69 | 92% |
| 584 | 2011-07-03 00:42:35 | 68.67 | 92% |
| 580 | 2011-07-03 00:36:37 | 63.72 | 90% |
| 539 | 2011-06-29 20:59:24 | 66.73 | 93% |
| 58 | 2011-03-14 22:48:13 | 40.28 | |
| 44 | 2011-03-13 19:24:50 | 44.95 |