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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 755 | 2010-06-28 14:43:18 | 100.01 | |
| 662 | 2010-06-17 15:26:16 | 96.61 | |
| 496 | 2010-05-26 12:29:27 | 99.66 | |
| 491 | 2010-05-25 18:21:04 | 114.95 | |
| 23 | 2010-05-11 13:45:28 | 101.91 |