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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1612 | 2012-02-21 19:49:21 | 65.40 | 95% |
| 1492 | 2011-05-12 18:26:47 | 55.59 | 91% |
| 973 | 2010-12-17 03:46:13 | 66.94 | |
| 746 | 2010-11-17 02:26:26 | 58.09 | |
| 743 | 2010-11-17 02:22:44 | 60.22 | |
| 394 | 2010-10-08 18:36:05 | 59.95 | |
| 278 | 2010-09-11 22:13:21 | 59.13 | |
| 167 | 2010-08-20 02:42:42 | 57.05 |