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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1473 | 2009-06-04 01:28:45 | 111.41 | |
| 1144 | 2009-05-01 18:45:47 | 104.05 | |
| 1125 | 2009-04-30 19:42:12 | 97.35 | |
| 728 | 2009-04-12 15:39:18 | 88.43 |