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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2754 | 2013-08-29 16:40:50 | 97.02 | 95% |
| 2350 | 2010-05-02 15:37:49 | 81.90 | |
| 1989 | 2010-02-20 14:12:28 | 83.75 | |
| 1392 | 2009-10-24 07:41:24 | 72.05 | |
| 701 | 2009-06-25 15:15:54 | 45.02 | |
| 275 | 2009-05-26 09:20:16 | 41.42 | |
| 214 | 2009-05-18 06:30:45 | 40.90 |