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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1243 | 2009-07-06 00:09:37 | 89.40 | |
| 1183 | 2009-07-05 00:06:31 | 103.32 | |
| 1131 | 2009-07-04 13:42:37 | 107.84 | |
| 831 | 2009-06-30 01:15:11 | 95.60 |