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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1517 | 2014-02-18 20:06:24 | 77.56 | 93% |
| 264 | 2009-05-14 20:15:46 | 38.17 | |
| 262 | 2009-05-13 15:17:42 | 38.21 | |
| 176 | 2009-04-01 13:46:41 | 34.91 | |
| 54 | 2009-02-03 17:11:27 | 25.21 |