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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2020 | 2014-06-07 12:47:40 | 61.46 | 96% |
| 1633 | 2009-07-28 15:17:35 | 56.82 | |
| 1077 | 2009-06-12 16:54:35 | 58.90 | |
| 923 | 2009-05-13 17:47:29 | 55.47 | |
| 648 | 2009-04-28 10:07:47 | 57.78 | |
| 312 | 2009-03-19 16:42:32 | 49.58 |