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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2984 | 2011-05-15 09:43:32 | 101.15 | 92% |
| 2976 | 2011-05-15 09:29:18 | 113.38 | 94% |
| 2528 | 2011-04-15 13:21:37 | 119.05 | |
| 2411 | 2011-04-14 22:43:28 | 109.99 | |
| 2283 | 2011-04-13 00:15:28 | 107.30 | |
| 2135 | 2011-04-11 12:09:38 | 108.77 | |
| 1840 | 2011-04-05 09:20:43 | 114.51 | |
| 1732 | 2011-04-02 00:01:17 | 114.14 | |
| 1041 | 2011-03-25 23:42:00 | 105.02 | |
| 777 | 2011-03-25 00:01:11 | 110.25 | |
| 694 | 2011-03-23 01:35:10 | 95.48 | |
| 504 | 2011-03-20 14:03:22 | 97.77 |