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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2305 | 2011-09-10 11:33:33 | 97.66 | 95% |
| 2007 | 2011-08-04 09:06:48 | 100.61 | 97% |
| 671 | 2011-02-11 11:26:03 | 88.38 | |
| 310 | 2010-11-28 10:39:38 | 86.45 |