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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1287 | 2010-10-22 23:58:27 | 115.54 | |
| 1277 | 2010-09-24 22:27:23 | 103.72 | |
| 1125 | 2009-05-14 13:46:54 | 95.28 | |
| 1050 | 2009-02-23 03:52:00 | 101.38 | |
| 1043 | 2009-02-23 03:45:28 | 103.64 | |
| 422 | 2009-01-28 23:42:38 | 105.91 | |
| 176 | 2009-01-11 04:06:04 | 95.74 |