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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 411 | 2011-08-21 07:04:15 | 112.48 | 100% |
| 331 | 2011-01-30 07:14:47 | 101.79 | |
| 132 | 2009-05-06 23:30:47 | 91.34 |