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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 829 | 2015-03-14 07:47:53 | 80.29 | 92% |
| 824 | 2015-03-14 03:02:47 | 82.62 | 94% |
| 643 | 2011-05-07 16:43:17 | 66.24 | 91% |
| 591 | 2011-04-29 11:11:20 | 65.35 | |
| 293 | 2010-05-27 12:56:59 | 47.98 | |
| 134 | 2010-05-19 13:36:20 | 38.55 |