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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2245 | 2014-02-13 14:34:41 | 93.20 | 96% |
| 1017 | 2011-12-27 15:09:55 | 57.42 | 96% |
| 848 | 2011-11-06 00:09:53 | 46.48 | 91% |
| 812 | 2011-11-04 19:28:49 | 46.67 | 87% |
| 692 | 2011-11-02 19:52:02 | 50.94 | 91% |
| 584 | 2011-10-30 23:25:14 | 45.54 | 87% |