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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 999 | 2011-03-05 01:35:56 | 91.91 | |
| 462 | 2008-08-31 11:25:53 | 100.39 | |
| 363 | 2008-08-26 12:20:53 | 95.73 | |
| 327 | 2008-08-26 05:21:13 | 84.08 | |
| 160 | 2008-08-18 00:19:40 | 91.97 | |
| 110 | 2008-08-14 06:53:34 | 87.56 | |
| 25 | 2008-08-09 07:41:30 | 89.26 |