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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 723 | 2010-06-23 14:46:40 | 94.24 | |
| 505 | 2009-01-07 15:57:46 | 99.73 | |
| 118 | 2008-12-08 19:29:06 | 86.14 | |
| 69 | 2008-12-08 17:09:39 | 94.96 |