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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1838 | 2012-01-04 04:52:42 | 81.31 | 97% |
| 882 | 2009-09-27 02:36:08 | 63.72 | |
| 875 | 2009-09-27 02:29:22 | 81.64 | |
| 814 | 2009-09-26 23:01:26 | 78.21 | |
| 219 | 2008-12-27 21:31:40 | 75.07 | |
| 155 | 2008-10-18 22:08:56 | 78.98 |