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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2014-05-09 22:40:38 | 71.46 | 95% |
| 671 | 2010-03-13 19:33:31 | 64.72 | |
| 340 | 2009-10-13 03:27:20 | 48.76 | |
| 243 | 2009-09-24 12:40:16 | 60.23 | |
| 194 | 2009-08-26 21:14:58 | 59.61 | |
| 104 | 2009-08-20 21:15:55 | 60.43 |