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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1120 | 2012-12-16 06:47:11 | 76.49 | 94% |
| 678 | 2009-08-05 16:52:29 | 77.54 | |
| 537 | 2009-02-10 08:29:24 | 66.02 | |
| 221 | 2008-10-17 21:53:09 | 63.78 |