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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1738 | 2014-11-13 20:46:16 | 61.21 | 95% |
| 1702 | 2014-11-08 19:00:19 | 55.76 | 93% |
| 1416 | 2013-09-12 23:27:45 | 57.01 | 98% |
| 566 | 2011-02-09 00:13:35 | 58.23 | |
| 319 | 2010-03-05 01:37:36 | 43.43 | |
| 246 | 2010-02-27 20:26:56 | 46.01 | |
| 12 | 2010-02-04 01:13:57 | 44.98 |