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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1249 | 2014-06-14 09:06:43 | 95.70 | 98% |
| 774 | 2011-08-26 07:52:48 | 94.04 | 96% |
| 534 | 2011-08-15 09:11:22 | 73.43 | 93% |
| 265 | 2010-11-05 12:37:05 | 80.68 | |
| 180 | 2010-11-03 16:10:39 | 77.68 |