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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1215 | 2011-08-14 22:00:52 | 106.20 | 92% |
| 1021 | 2010-07-10 01:25:08 | 90.72 | |
| 686 | 2009-02-19 05:59:20 | 86.67 | |
| 681 | 2009-02-19 05:22:54 | 103.14 | |
| 495 | 2009-01-03 06:10:17 | 95.10 | |
| 388 | 2008-12-29 09:21:24 | 109.51 |