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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 770 | 2011-11-19 07:55:10 | 67.48 | 94% |
| 686 | 2011-10-31 11:02:41 | 57.41 | 87% |
| 211 | 2009-07-03 13:11:23 | 35.83 | |
| 65 | 2009-06-23 09:19:03 | 44.47 |