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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 857 | 2013-04-27 12:31:20 | 74.81 | 91% |
| 680 | 2013-04-23 07:34:02 | 75.20 | 94% |
| 474 | 2010-02-06 12:05:11 | 74.23 | |
| 114 | 2009-02-20 05:05:23 | 55.53 |