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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1098 | 2009-10-15 02:27:12 | 106.98 | |
| 1068 | 2009-10-13 00:49:52 | 108.52 | |
| 1004 | 2009-10-04 03:08:51 | 95.62 | |
| 985 | 2009-10-02 03:51:23 | 93.61 | |
| 488 | 2009-09-04 23:54:00 | 89.68 | |
| 231 | 2009-08-30 05:24:30 | 100.93 |