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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1842 | 2013-05-25 06:12:38 | 86.42 | 92% |
| 1268 | 2011-03-09 07:23:32 | 93.04 | |
| 1233 | 2011-03-05 02:06:37 | 82.16 | |
| 1053 | 2011-01-30 09:54:00 | 79.30 | |
| 954 | 2011-01-28 02:18:09 | 89.11 | |
| 764 | 2011-01-23 10:52:51 | 68.43 |