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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1754 | 2011-05-17 11:42:52 | 132.32 | 94% |
| 1519 | 2010-08-16 06:25:59 | 139.55 | |
| 1436 | 2010-08-13 06:04:41 | 144.39 | |
| 1289 | 2010-07-07 14:16:09 | 134.12 | |
| 900 | 2010-06-07 13:09:50 | 125.55 | |
| 686 | 2010-06-03 12:56:43 | 104.45 | |
| 611 | 2010-06-01 06:34:26 | 141.59 | |
| 590 | 2010-06-01 06:16:49 | 131.87 | |
| 237 | 2010-04-27 15:31:37 | 113.40 | |
| 204 | 2010-04-26 12:14:45 | 144.30 |