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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1802 | 2014-07-29 21:27:03 | 80.77 | 100% |
| 1545 | 2010-05-04 01:49:01 | 81.57 | |
| 1098 | 2010-04-18 17:01:13 | 76.01 | |
| 964 | 2010-04-12 01:54:22 | 89.80 | |
| 477 | 2009-12-23 03:30:23 | 89.37 |