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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1229 | 2014-06-04 05:38:19 | 66.37 | 94% |
| 1118 | 2011-02-04 04:45:16 | 60.72 | |
| 1100 | 2011-01-10 23:27:42 | 55.74 | |
| 845 | 2010-11-01 04:06:21 | 62.04 | |
| 575 | 2010-09-03 05:35:38 | 57.11 | |
| 188 | 2010-07-24 07:00:53 | 44.61 | |
| 56 | 2010-07-02 07:22:04 | 33.13 |