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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 500 | 2012-03-30 08:15:59 | 57.92 | 92% |
| 302 | 2011-07-27 08:56:31 | 51.83 | 91% |
| 154 | 2011-07-15 09:34:36 | 62.29 | 94% |