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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1826 | 2012-06-08 13:36:05 | 75.65 | 97% |
| 1706 | 2011-11-18 11:48:55 | 72.65 | 96% |
| 745 | 2009-07-21 10:58:05 | 66.42 | |
| 699 | 2009-07-18 11:03:25 | 62.22 | |
| 602 | 2009-07-12 14:55:32 | 59.73 | |
| 461 | 2009-06-29 05:02:21 | 51.97 | |
| 239 | 2009-06-08 14:31:38 | 42.40 |