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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2939 | 2013-05-22 08:28:40 | 95.32 | 97% |
| 2324 | 2010-12-24 06:47:12 | 94.88 | |
| 1224 | 2010-08-27 09:27:59 | 85.67 | |
| 702 | 2010-07-15 14:06:38 | 82.96 | |
| 449 | 2010-07-13 09:28:57 | 83.42 | |
| 154 | 2010-07-08 10:15:46 | 76.05 |