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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2956 | 2016-09-09 08:13:32 | 83.15 | 92% |
| 2904 | 2016-09-07 10:38:47 | 93.67 | 97% |
| 1403 | 2011-03-24 10:32:58 | 47.64 | |
| 793 | 2010-11-27 21:06:00 | 39.63 | |
| 549 | 2010-11-02 14:02:46 | 38.29 | |
| 499 | 2010-10-28 15:01:49 | 39.33 | |
| 401 | 2010-10-25 08:56:45 | 31.43 |