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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1420 | 2013-06-02 07:20:39 | 110.37 | 93% |
| 803 | 2009-07-10 21:12:01 | 119.30 | |
| 324 | 2009-04-19 23:03:10 | 113.54 | |
| 106 | 2009-04-09 03:22:58 | 109.41 |