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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1726 | 2014-04-14 19:59:47 | 98.06 | 93% |
| 1494 | 2011-11-21 20:31:07 | 95.05 | 95% |
| 1058 | 2011-11-03 01:56:00 | 106.93 | 96% |
| 499 | 2011-10-02 08:21:51 | 78.99 | 92% |
| 229 | 2011-08-22 20:37:16 | 98.52 | 96% |