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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3029 | 2012-06-24 19:01:53 | 63.19 | 87% |
| 2419 | 2011-05-06 01:59:47 | 54.46 | 86% |
| 2229 | 2011-04-29 02:31:36 | 61.45 | |
| 1702 | 2010-11-17 23:32:57 | 47.22 | |
| 1396 | 2010-10-31 03:22:25 | 56.53 | |
| 1017 | 2010-10-10 01:53:09 | 46.23 | |
| 559 | 2010-08-21 22:38:57 | 47.76 | |
| 383 | 2010-08-13 14:05:16 | 45.57 | |
| 267 | 2010-08-10 13:59:38 | 40.62 |