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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2013-07-04 03:59:40 | 102.16 | 96% |
| 856 | 2009-12-18 10:54:43 | 67.48 | |
| 608 | 2009-11-21 10:59:28 | 57.00 | |
| 482 | 2009-11-18 12:53:00 | 54.52 | |
| 238 | 2009-11-15 06:02:23 | 41.64 | |
| 222 | 2009-11-15 04:12:46 | 42.47 |