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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3036 | 2013-06-26 05:05:05 | 88.56 | 97% |
| 2300 | 2010-11-09 04:08:24 | 91.84 | |
| 1587 | 2009-12-15 05:50:21 | 89.69 | |
| 1365 | 2009-10-15 16:18:06 | 90.19 | |
| 356 | 2009-05-08 02:59:56 | 76.97 | |
| 127 | 2009-05-03 23:10:00 | 72.08 | |
| 44 | 2009-05-02 01:47:07 | 76.01 |