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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1501 | 2011-06-11 08:43:31 | 63.06 | 94% |
| 1456 | 2011-06-09 14:34:09 | 65.39 | 96% |
| 1272 | 2011-05-31 17:12:50 | 71.05 | 96% |
| 1245 | 2011-05-29 18:35:27 | 66.91 | 95% |
| 882 | 2010-08-18 06:50:01 | 55.47 | |
| 716 | 2010-07-22 05:55:05 | 61.08 | |
| 679 | 2010-07-20 06:07:24 | 59.60 | |
| 406 | 2010-06-29 07:01:03 | 58.58 | |
| 104 | 2010-06-07 17:19:24 | 45.97 | |
| 97 | 2010-06-07 17:07:25 | 44.26 | |
| 27 | 2010-06-06 14:59:12 | 41.50 |