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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 981 | 2013-01-13 05:09:50 | 140.08 | 99% |
| 942 | 2013-01-13 04:36:41 | 118.99 | 87% |
| 803 | 2010-12-19 14:44:47 | 117.82 | |
| 632 | 2010-12-06 10:48:51 | 142.56 | |
| 427 | 2009-06-15 10:54:42 | 137.25 |