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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2363 | 2012-05-22 19:27:58 | 64.86 | 92% |
| 1985 | 2011-11-11 20:34:13 | 59.86 | 90% |
| 1615 | 2011-04-02 04:20:36 | 75.66 | |
| 1406 | 2010-08-16 05:06:41 | 61.42 | |
| 840 | 2010-05-10 19:59:16 | 59.64 | |
| 255 | 2010-04-28 18:14:04 | 66.70 | |
| 225 | 2010-04-27 19:38:20 | 60.67 |