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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4542 | 2011-10-18 11:36:11 | 62.06 | 96% |
| 4386 | 2011-08-04 10:29:23 | 51.44 | 89% |
| 4026 | 2011-03-20 17:44:09 | 53.85 | |
| 2566 | 2010-05-27 14:13:49 | 53.50 | |
| 2384 | 2010-05-04 09:07:09 | 52.95 | |
| 2184 | 2010-04-26 20:43:56 | 54.55 | |
| 2176 | 2010-04-26 20:26:48 | 50.16 | |
| 1972 | 2010-04-16 15:04:45 | 51.14 | |
| 1121 | 2010-03-13 13:42:23 | 49.00 | |
| 1104 | 2010-03-10 12:27:37 | 50.16 | |
| 982 | 2010-03-07 15:55:46 | 35.11 | |
| 788 | 2010-02-26 09:11:44 | 45.13 | |
| 627 | 2010-02-14 19:35:30 | 47.21 | |
| 179 | 2010-02-01 16:06:54 | 45.91 |