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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2991 | 2011-07-23 15:13:06 | 44.53 | 85% |
| 2224 | 2011-02-16 17:58:37 | 49.01 | |
| 1917 | 2010-08-10 14:33:40 | 52.64 | |
| 1889 | 2010-08-08 18:06:46 | 51.15 | |
| 1501 | 2010-03-23 15:02:04 | 44.97 | |
| 1152 | 2009-10-03 16:15:04 | 54.87 | |
| 419 | 2009-09-10 18:14:40 | 42.77 | |
| 230 | 2009-09-02 18:54:37 | 35.62 | |
| 114 | 2009-08-29 07:44:26 | 47.32 |