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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2732 | 2011-06-20 11:36:59 | 74.10 | 94% |
| 1636 | 2009-08-26 14:13:58 | 57.21 | |
| 1423 | 2009-07-06 15:09:33 | 70.02 | |
| 1295 | 2009-06-10 21:21:51 | 67.55 | |
| 963 | 2009-03-30 18:48:54 | 70.13 | |
| 647 | 2009-02-03 19:03:03 | 61.56 | |
| 77 | 2008-10-03 19:51:30 | 42.52 |