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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1588 | 2013-04-07 22:55:35 | 90.51 | 94% |
| 1533 | 2013-03-22 02:04:57 | 92.15 | 96% |
| 186 | 2010-03-26 14:20:09 | 35.98 | |
| 130 | 2009-12-03 15:35:13 | 37.36 |