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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2839 | 2012-10-07 22:56:32 | 104.37 | 99% |
| 1634 | 2009-03-19 16:34:43 | 105.27 | |
| 1262 | 2009-03-08 15:03:37 | 92.66 | |
| 1147 | 2009-03-04 17:58:37 | 85.67 | |
| 1019 | 2009-03-02 02:45:45 | 93.87 | |
| 478 | 2009-02-12 19:14:59 | 88.59 | |
| 416 | 2009-02-12 00:50:56 | 92.47 | |
| 212 | 2009-02-07 17:19:35 | 81.79 |