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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1213 | 2011-01-26 06:34:56 | 112.31 | |
| 954 | 2010-05-16 06:18:24 | 129.49 | |
| 766 | 2010-05-08 02:53:36 | 135.52 | |
| 210 | 2009-11-17 09:15:25 | 116.06 |