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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1439 | 2012-05-23 11:12:34 | 86.42 | 96% |
| 1340 | 2012-03-12 18:47:13 | 71.36 | 97% |
| 1190 | 2010-12-25 12:25:50 | 66.59 | |
| 929 | 2010-09-17 17:32:50 | 62.44 | |
| 786 | 2010-09-08 17:15:45 | 71.15 | |
| 714 | 2010-08-31 14:34:59 | 63.92 | |
| 544 | 2010-08-26 18:23:49 | 67.24 |