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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 798 | 2013-06-14 03:30:02 | 87.42 | 97% |
| 702 | 2009-12-21 06:58:45 | 81.02 | |
| 455 | 2009-06-08 08:01:36 | 71.24 | |
| 441 | 2009-06-07 15:54:02 | 70.65 | |
| 86 | 2009-04-20 06:04:59 | 66.09 |