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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2021 | 2011-01-17 15:21:58 | 84.19 | |
| 1532 | 2009-04-19 17:55:28 | 65.48 | |
| 142 | 2008-12-09 20:29:21 | 58.74 | |
| 134 | 2008-12-09 15:42:21 | 54.48 |