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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 533 | 2011-05-31 18:53:43 | 75.66 | 92% |
| 531 | 2011-05-31 17:32:16 | 85.92 | 99% |
| 56 | 2009-09-01 19:19:13 | 83.81 |