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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2226 | 2015-03-30 17:58:13 | 59.73 | 93% |
| 2052 | 2015-03-21 17:12:25 | 55.16 | 90% |
| 1689 | 2010-10-06 11:47:36 | 75.17 | |
| 1094 | 2010-09-05 19:08:43 | 61.55 | |
| 525 | 2010-08-24 22:23:59 | 58.50 | |
| 336 | 2010-08-19 18:10:46 | 66.20 |