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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3139 | 2012-07-03 21:18:17 | 78.26 | 96% |
| 1847 | 2010-11-09 23:06:47 | 75.27 | |
| 1062 | 2010-09-09 20:08:28 | 63.88 | |
| 258 | 2010-05-28 17:01:16 | 46.52 |