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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1339 | 2012-09-27 05:00:10 | 74.74 | 94% |
| 1145 | 2012-05-25 03:52:33 | 65.78 | 95% |
| 1131 | 2012-05-23 00:17:00 | 72.20 | 95% |
| 1124 | 2012-05-14 00:41:47 | 74.33 | 95% |
| 720 | 2010-10-08 03:32:16 | 58.89 | |
| 510 | 2010-09-08 00:19:32 | 58.21 | |
| 395 | 2010-07-13 23:35:05 | 49.20 | |
| 303 | 2010-07-11 02:14:51 | 51.96 | |
| 110 | 2010-06-27 04:26:50 | 46.52 | |
| 34 | 2010-01-24 00:03:16 | 39.29 | |
| 10 | 2010-01-23 23:19:02 | 39.55 |