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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 691 | 2011-02-27 21:00:23 | 110.60 | |
| 400 | 2010-12-04 21:41:15 | 103.31 | |
| 234 | 2010-11-21 04:24:18 | 103.03 | |
| 198 | 2010-11-20 21:20:07 | 103.47 |