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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1153 | 2013-01-07 10:33:23 | 61.33 | 94% |
| 689 | 2010-05-22 12:58:52 | 60.87 | |
| 590 | 2010-01-11 13:58:15 | 64.22 | |
| 496 | 2009-11-11 14:28:00 | 62.22 | |
| 68 | 2008-09-26 13:41:08 | 59.77 |