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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2384 | 2013-07-25 08:16:04 | 76.19 | 94% |
| 1743 | 2009-09-24 11:39:00 | 67.25 | |
| 756 | 2009-04-03 05:18:15 | 48.45 | |
| 18 | 2008-11-02 13:25:43 | 41.42 |