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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3056 | 2011-08-16 15:43:46 | 99.04 | 94% |
| 2204 | 2011-07-31 17:09:28 | 94.40 | 96% |
| 1485 | 2011-06-05 20:15:10 | 86.74 | 89% |
| 1474 | 2011-06-05 20:05:47 | 100.07 | 95% |
| 1004 | 2011-05-27 18:04:33 | 104.09 | 95% |
| 839 | 2011-05-27 03:19:36 | 89.61 | 94% |
| 676 | 2011-05-25 16:52:06 | 99.59 | 97% |
| 590 | 2011-05-24 21:50:17 | 96.35 | 95% |
| 461 | 2011-05-22 20:56:29 | 84.65 | 92% |
| 256 | 2011-05-20 17:59:14 | 99.27 | 96% |