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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1691 | 2012-03-25 05:21:48 | 102.28 | 95% |
| 1525 | 2012-03-24 20:35:57 | 115.95 | 97% |
| 1058 | 2011-04-29 04:02:35 | 104.24 | |
| 655 | 2011-04-23 03:23:19 | 98.48 | |
| 446 | 2010-09-17 01:29:42 | 85.10 |