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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2201 | 2011-11-22 22:12:08 | 101.15 | 97% |
| 2182 | 2011-11-18 16:37:42 | 98.04 | 96% |
| 2051 | 2011-11-08 21:10:13 | 89.78 | 97% |
| 2015 | 2011-11-07 21:32:02 | 92.31 | 97% |
| 811 | 2011-05-20 00:04:26 | 88.77 | 98% |
| 653 | 2011-04-22 22:38:07 | 93.75 | |
| 382 | 2011-02-18 22:44:00 | 88.59 | |
| 41 | 2010-09-29 23:43:03 | 85.20 |