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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2240 | 2012-06-04 08:26:50 | 91.29 | 94% |
| 1906 | 2011-12-24 21:46:35 | 76.73 | 91% |
| 1840 | 2011-12-17 13:07:37 | 90.72 | 91% |
| 1510 | 2011-12-01 20:00:17 | 83.05 | 93% |
| 1372 | 2011-11-20 18:22:09 | 90.68 | 96% |
| 828 | 2011-09-27 20:50:50 | 86.55 | 97% |
| 686 | 2011-09-07 14:16:32 | 88.07 | 97% |
| 405 | 2011-08-29 14:31:06 | 77.52 | 93% |