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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4119 | 2012-03-05 06:20:12 | 69.59 | 91% |
| 3669 | 2011-06-29 19:00:55 | 74.80 | 94% |
| 3490 | 2011-06-24 03:46:59 | 70.25 | 96% |
| 2636 | 2011-06-10 17:52:22 | 76.63 | 97% |
| 2337 | 2011-06-07 04:06:35 | 64.26 | 93% |
| 2078 | 2011-06-05 02:58:00 | 71.74 | 95% |
| 1962 | 2011-06-04 07:01:03 | 50.46 | 87% |
| 1652 | 2011-06-02 07:10:21 | 71.93 | 97% |
| 800 | 2011-05-26 17:01:20 | 52.20 | 93% |
| 112 | 2011-05-13 08:56:46 | 55.95 | 95% |
| 100 | 2011-05-13 08:38:18 | 53.27 | 89% |