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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1413 | 2014-12-13 09:00:52 | 79.34 | 95% |
| 523 | 2009-12-13 13:26:51 | 72.73 | |
| 297 | 2009-11-26 11:33:48 | 61.86 | |
| 216 | 2009-11-20 10:46:44 | 61.16 |