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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1425 | 2012-03-13 05:29:00 | 108.58 | 98% |
| 613 | 2009-10-21 13:25:45 | 74.63 | |
| 155 | 2009-09-12 11:36:06 | 57.30 | |
| 131 | 2009-09-12 05:42:10 | 55.11 | |
| 98 | 2009-09-09 13:00:02 | 52.67 | |
| 10 | 2009-09-01 12:44:06 | 65.11 |