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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1456 | 2013-09-04 18:10:04 | 109.15 | 94% |
| 1280 | 2011-04-04 15:49:34 | 114.10 | |
| 1110 | 2011-01-19 15:22:42 | 108.32 | |
| 652 | 2010-05-19 14:16:36 | 110.58 | |
| 648 | 2010-05-19 12:14:24 | 89.67 | |
| 127 | 2010-01-21 13:28:24 | 79.87 | |
| 71 | 2010-01-11 13:30:35 | 90.89 |