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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1873 | 2013-11-17 06:14:10 | 113.30 | 95% |
| 1797 | 2013-05-25 06:17:03 | 102.26 | 95% |
| 1299 | 2010-11-04 20:09:47 | 114.79 | |
| 1273 | 2010-10-31 22:27:59 | 117.28 | |
| 1144 | 2010-10-29 04:29:02 | 113.90 | |
| 628 | 2010-10-21 23:20:50 | 107.68 | |
| 12 | 2010-09-23 20:47:40 | 91.47 |