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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1053 | 2013-03-19 12:55:43 | 47.08 | 91% |
| 831 | 2011-04-22 15:09:11 | 46.39 | |
| 796 | 2011-04-09 14:39:15 | 53.58 | |
| 288 | 2009-07-25 17:17:13 | 46.50 |