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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1502 | 2012-04-06 18:29:56 | 81.61 | 85% |
| 474 | 2011-01-14 23:32:37 | 85.15 | |
| 247 | 2010-11-10 15:40:52 | 81.41 | |
| 163 | 2010-11-07 02:08:43 | 79.40 |