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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1094 | 2009-07-12 03:25:28 | 121.19 | |
| 1073 | 2009-07-12 03:03:39 | 128.74 | |
| 941 | 2009-07-07 02:28:30 | 118.17 | |
| 574 | 2009-06-15 06:00:41 | 97.79 | |
| 531 | 2009-06-15 05:23:41 | 99.66 | |
| 230 | 2009-06-08 01:39:44 | 108.43 |