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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2939 | 2012-03-19 09:33:17 | 64.26 | 98% |
| 2852 | 2012-01-19 18:59:48 | 67.83 | 96% |
| 2723 | 2011-12-25 16:50:32 | 64.57 | 96% |
| 2450 | 2011-11-07 09:46:06 | 53.73 | 96% |
| 770 | 2011-01-20 22:00:51 | 47.82 | |
| 601 | 2011-01-17 21:40:43 | 44.12 | |
| 566 | 2011-01-17 20:00:00 | 42.90 | |
| 399 | 2011-01-16 16:06:07 | 44.24 |