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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1600 | 2017-01-04 07:49:41 | 88.33 | 93% |
| 1140 | 2011-08-19 23:35:41 | 94.16 | 94% |
| 1114 | 2011-07-30 01:57:14 | 83.33 | 91% |
| 1063 | 2011-04-03 16:48:54 | 86.80 | |
| 814 | 2010-12-31 20:17:05 | 81.47 | |
| 428 | 2010-11-28 03:32:28 | 85.39 | |
| 427 | 2010-11-28 03:31:32 | 83.12 | |
| 170 | 2010-11-12 02:54:05 | 82.69 |