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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1111 | 2010-02-18 02:47:55 | 110.89 | |
| 853 | 2009-09-25 15:52:15 | 113.00 | |
| 795 | 2009-09-23 03:48:16 | 102.05 | |
| 641 | 2009-09-21 13:42:12 | 110.22 | |
| 415 | 2009-04-10 20:07:07 | 110.81 |