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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1447 | 2012-06-19 06:32:47 | 118.16 | 99% |
| 1282 | 2010-08-14 10:11:56 | 115.43 | |
| 912 | 2009-07-29 06:45:22 | 105.94 | |
| 830 | 2009-07-17 15:04:02 | 108.27 | |
| 666 | 2009-03-27 13:14:16 | 114.95 | |
| 423 | 2008-12-23 16:26:18 | 112.42 | |
| 247 | 2008-12-05 16:20:49 | 101.76 | |
| 76 | 2008-11-26 11:11:07 | 109.76 |