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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2475 | 2012-05-28 15:49:02 | 51.52 | 88% |
| 2450 | 2012-05-24 20:16:47 | 54.95 | 92% |
| 1776 | 2011-04-24 17:59:51 | 46.46 | |
| 1632 | 2011-02-22 08:47:46 | 52.98 | |
| 970 | 2010-07-19 17:58:26 | 40.81 | |
| 847 | 2010-07-17 20:18:13 | 37.57 |