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 | 2009-03-26 15:47:37 | 93.99 | |
| 1039 | 2009-02-24 17:02:49 | 95.70 | |
| 928 | 2009-02-19 15:06:30 | 99.31 | |
| 900 | 2009-02-18 14:44:00 | 97.03 | |
| 570 | 2009-02-01 00:44:01 | 101.54 | |
| 127 | 2009-01-05 13:56:56 | 100.23 |