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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1703 | 2011-11-25 07:57:50 | 48.29 | 97% |
| 1529 | 2011-06-25 10:27:06 | 47.44 | 93% |
| 1241 | 2010-02-06 12:48:18 | 38.03 | |
| 777 | 2009-10-07 14:02:01 | 34.70 |