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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2672 | 2012-10-19 20:57:25 | 97.30 | 88% |
| 2642 | 2012-10-10 20:28:48 | 116.81 | 96% |
| 2429 | 2012-01-12 22:23:17 | 108.98 | 97% |
| 1014 | 2010-09-14 20:44:33 | 96.57 | |
| 505 | 2010-08-27 15:35:31 | 108.19 | |
| 495 | 2010-08-26 21:32:23 | 65.44 |