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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2173 | 2012-10-07 14:02:27 | 97.29 | 95% |
| 2109 | 2012-09-11 11:09:24 | 100.99 | 96% |
| 1509 | 2011-06-26 10:54:45 | 98.29 | 96% |
| 963 | 2011-05-15 14:01:40 | 95.64 | 94% |
| 494 | 2011-04-22 17:08:22 | 85.16 |