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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 334 | 2011-07-22 22:03:15 | 144.67 | 93% |
| 252 | 2011-05-21 10:34:12 | 133.08 | 90% |
| 116 | 2011-03-04 23:09:00 | 128.84 | |
| 100 | 2011-02-13 09:18:07 | 123.62 |