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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1358 | 2009-07-04 04:16:01 | 94.96 | |
| 1287 | 2009-05-20 01:27:40 | 103.46 | |
| 1070 | 2009-05-01 20:48:04 | 95.42 | |
| 658 | 2009-04-24 17:37:22 | 87.99 |