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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 678 | 2011-12-13 17:20:50 | 77.69 | 95% |
| 308 | 2008-09-27 14:55:46 | 69.49 | |
| 193 | 2008-09-12 10:39:37 | 59.75 | |
| 29 | 2008-09-07 11:52:22 | 52.77 |