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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 389 | 2012-03-10 08:11:04 | 125.30 | 95% |
| 298 | 2008-11-12 03:26:57 | 138.37 | |
| 294 | 2008-11-12 03:21:48 | 142.36 | |
| 200 | 2008-09-07 03:24:44 | 108.85 | |
| 68 | 2008-08-16 03:59:37 | 147.02 |