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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1465 | 2014-05-13 17:46:48 | 48.89 | 92% |
| 713 | 2010-07-09 16:03:40 | 61.23 | |
| 513 | 2010-03-03 01:46:43 | 51.90 | |
| 409 | 2009-11-28 18:07:25 | 48.06 | |
| 193 | 2009-01-26 01:58:58 | 31.97 |