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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 988 | 2011-07-11 15:57:47 | 136.90 | 97% |
| 856 | 2011-04-21 15:33:46 | 130.85 | |
| 767 | 2011-04-12 12:33:22 | 130.69 | |
| 20 | 2010-03-25 01:14:27 | 104.66 |