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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1336 | 2010-06-12 23:03:28 | 115.03 | |
| 1157 | 2009-01-26 19:39:51 | 134.30 | |
| 873 | 2009-01-18 01:41:54 | 116.37 | |
| 791 | 2009-01-17 23:40:11 | 117.13 | |
| 674 | 2009-01-12 11:18:34 | 138.01 | |
| 673 | 2009-01-12 11:17:52 | 123.81 | |
| 432 | 2009-01-08 15:33:36 | 102.81 | |
| 222 | 2009-01-05 17:45:49 | 126.76 |