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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1199 | 2011-12-28 18:24:55 | 67.55 | 94% |
| 1014 | 2011-10-06 01:48:15 | 67.98 | 92% |
| 1002 | 2011-10-02 02:07:49 | 75.87 | 94% |
| 720 | 2011-06-14 21:39:18 | 67.67 | 92% |
| 455 | 2010-10-31 03:05:05 | 59.39 |