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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 275 | 2011-12-14 13:18:59 | 131.69 | 99% |
| 89 | 2010-07-21 09:14:17 | 118.80 | |
| 85 | 2010-07-02 06:24:30 | 141.68 | |
| 63 | 2010-06-26 06:35:44 | 126.97 | |
| 31 | 2010-05-10 04:54:38 | 126.41 |