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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 349 | 2011-10-28 04:06:15 | 85.56 | 99% |
| 87 | 2011-07-29 10:58:42 | 74.88 | 96% |
| 48 | 2009-07-02 10:04:34 | 63.78 |