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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2302 | 2012-09-27 14:57:39 | 131.62 | 99% |
| 2270 | 2012-09-10 07:36:31 | 133.20 | 100% |
| 2197 | 2012-08-24 05:57:49 | 133.41 | 98% |
| 2183 | 2012-08-23 07:19:16 | 132.63 | 97% |
| 2040 | 2012-08-03 03:27:39 | 140.19 | 100% |
| 1927 | 2012-07-08 16:44:51 | 127.53 | 98% |
| 1855 | 2012-06-24 13:46:47 | 125.61 | 98% |
| 1696 | 2012-05-16 10:57:56 | 121.66 | 97% |
| 1095 | 2012-01-27 12:14:42 | 112.81 | 96% |
| 963 | 2012-01-04 10:35:48 | 118.48 | 94% |
| 919 | 2011-12-30 12:49:13 | 110.55 | 96% |
| 734 | 2011-12-26 05:17:21 | 119.67 | 100% |
| 202 | 2011-10-20 05:05:48 | 106.48 | 96% |