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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1462 | 2012-04-21 03:53:56 | 79.34 | 86% |
| 1106 | 2012-03-21 22:16:07 | 62.63 | 82% |
| 1033 | 2012-03-15 20:15:51 | 77.01 | 85% |
| 715 | 2010-09-25 21:56:40 | 61.10 | |
| 397 | 2009-12-29 21:13:30 | 39.33 |