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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 702 | 2010-05-11 14:31:45 | 113.17 | |
| 511 | 2009-09-11 11:55:07 | 96.27 | |
| 328 | 2009-02-26 01:26:45 | 90.98 | |
| 15 | 2008-08-19 15:03:53 | 82.40 |