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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1255 | 2012-04-26 15:41:46 | 100.51 | 94% |
| 852 | 2009-10-23 19:56:42 | 98.64 | |
| 406 | 2009-09-27 17:41:42 | 112.30 | |
| 314 | 2009-09-25 23:17:46 | 112.47 | |
| 288 | 2009-09-25 20:22:00 | 105.34 | |
| 200 | 2009-09-23 16:59:21 | 106.24 |