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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3409 | 2011-05-26 22:27:45 | 92.81 | 95% |
| 3394 | 2011-05-25 08:48:30 | 91.13 | 97% |
| 3173 | 2011-02-11 18:49:06 | 87.93 | |
| 2829 | 2011-01-12 23:10:17 | 84.95 | |
| 2329 | 2010-12-29 17:03:43 | 97.78 | |
| 2138 | 2010-12-25 13:19:33 | 92.13 | |
| 2068 | 2010-12-21 17:23:17 | 93.92 | |
| 1773 | 2010-12-13 01:34:45 | 82.60 | |
| 1060 | 2010-11-21 19:27:07 | 89.13 | |
| 643 | 2010-10-22 14:44:58 | 81.85 | |
| 432 | 2010-10-12 21:05:14 | 73.10 | |
| 269 | 2010-09-29 13:39:47 | 81.56 |