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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1251 | 2010-06-28 04:16:51 | 85.96 | |
| 1055 | 2009-10-25 21:01:41 | 105.50 | |
| 665 | 2009-03-15 02:18:18 | 98.19 | |
| 626 | 2009-03-09 06:31:43 | 115.49 | |
| 306 | 2008-12-31 02:10:53 | 127.27 | |
| 142 | 2008-12-17 12:17:32 | 128.95 |