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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1919 | 2013-08-26 08:45:38 | 78.26 | 96% |
| 775 | 2011-06-25 15:05:40 | 64.04 | 96% |
| 563 | 2011-05-01 12:21:27 | 55.72 | |
| 357 | 2011-03-13 15:49:08 | 51.59 |