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 | 2013-08-06 22:25:14 | 85.39 | 96% |
| 2700 | 2013-04-05 19:21:00 | 79.67 | 93% |
| 2533 | 2013-03-07 22:25:42 | 80.57 | 95% |
| 2394 | 2013-01-07 04:46:25 | 85.12 | 94% |
| 1798 | 2012-10-31 01:13:16 | 87.85 | 98% |
| 1577 | 2012-08-20 16:51:56 | 84.70 | 95% |
| 1255 | 2012-06-10 23:41:57 | 60.94 | 89% |
| 570 | 2011-05-26 14:19:42 | 83.10 | 97% |