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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1391 | 2010-09-12 06:48:58 | 109.22 | |
| 1246 | 2010-08-26 11:55:58 | 114.86 | |
| 1118 | 2010-07-29 09:48:04 | 100.41 | |
| 454 | 2010-06-08 23:27:16 | 107.29 |