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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2012-02-05 14:38:30 | 59.58 | 98% |
| 1189 | 2012-01-26 06:50:41 | 52.96 | 96% |
| 1034 | 2012-01-08 15:30:18 | 49.33 | 94% |
| 547 | 2011-07-26 12:29:58 | 47.69 | 94% |
| 253 | 2010-04-20 12:18:38 | 42.54 | |
| 150 | 2010-02-20 15:37:45 | 41.27 |