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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1882 | 2015-12-10 00:33:30 | 36.79 | 98% |
| 743 | 2009-03-26 23:08:00 | 36.03 | |
| 647 | 2009-01-24 01:35:31 | 44.34 | |
| 625 | 2009-01-23 03:08:55 | 44.26 | |
| 566 | 2009-01-22 04:12:04 | 41.78 | |
| 493 | 2009-01-21 10:28:33 | 39.77 | |
| 396 | 2009-01-20 02:32:56 | 48.54 | |
| 84 | 2008-12-31 08:54:45 | 36.48 |