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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1651 | 2012-02-11 18:57:11 | 151.41 | 98% |
| 958 | 2011-12-23 08:13:15 | 130.44 | 96% |
| 532 | 2011-09-21 20:00:17 | 133.26 | 96% |
| 116 | 2011-08-28 22:12:32 | 140.15 | 94% |