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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2794 | 2023-09-13 09:20:23 | 94.29 | 98% |
| 1845 | 2010-09-11 07:11:42 | 71.30 | |
| 1012 | 2010-06-20 17:52:17 | 68.94 | |
| 975 | 2010-06-20 17:08:29 | 68.43 | |
| 815 | 2010-06-17 10:10:52 | 74.11 | |
| 733 | 2010-06-15 16:11:06 | 58.28 | |
| 526 | 2010-06-08 10:23:13 | 69.84 | |
| 330 | 2010-04-26 02:51:00 | 56.68 |