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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1457 | 2012-05-16 17:56:29 | 80.13 | 98% |
| 945 | 2011-02-05 23:02:48 | 60.65 | |
| 813 | 2011-01-16 16:54:44 | 70.13 | |
| 774 | 2011-01-14 02:04:38 | 60.81 | |
| 658 | 2011-01-05 15:46:55 | 53.49 | |
| 167 | 2010-12-10 20:27:48 | 72.84 |