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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1514 | 2015-03-18 02:57:58 | 72.43 | 96% |
| 1464 | 2008-12-30 01:35:30 | 37.21 | |
| 1355 | 2008-12-28 10:11:10 | 37.46 | |
| 1342 | 2008-12-28 09:49:26 | 35.85 | |
| 1270 | 2008-12-27 10:02:20 | 40.88 | |
| 1148 | 2008-12-24 10:44:04 | 34.02 | |
| 1062 | 2008-12-23 07:33:09 | 35.31 | |
| 711 | 2008-12-18 12:58:46 | 33.64 |