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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2427 | 2013-04-23 20:09:08 | 51.25 | 94% |
| 1588 | 2010-01-28 07:28:30 | 55.96 | |
| 1537 | 2009-12-26 22:48:32 | 53.17 | |
| 1483 | 2009-12-13 10:15:55 | 53.69 | |
| 292 | 2009-03-19 17:42:40 | 46.69 | |
| 269 | 2009-03-19 17:06:10 | 49.50 | |
| 100 | 2009-03-14 19:22:48 | 41.69 |