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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1969 | 2011-08-18 18:06:02 | 90.07 | 86% |
| 1625 | 2010-08-14 10:01:49 | 118.71 | |
| 1124 | 2009-10-21 00:22:32 | 123.44 | |
| 371 | 2009-07-29 02:35:50 | 101.75 | |
| 52 | 2009-07-21 16:00:11 | 107.61 |