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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1254 | 2012-02-22 20:51:06 | 68.06 | 97% |
| 1241 | 2012-02-07 02:41:37 | 68.91 | 97% |
| 1150 | 2011-08-24 19:39:41 | 61.40 | 94% |
| 1028 | 2011-05-28 20:15:48 | 60.95 | 94% |
| 902 | 2010-09-17 23:58:37 | 69.05 | |
| 461 | 2009-06-17 19:34:27 | 61.16 | |
| 435 | 2009-06-13 02:35:34 | 59.67 | |
| 300 | 2009-06-05 18:48:37 | 55.00 |