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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1729 | 2012-06-07 09:04:33 | 57.28 | 88% |
| 1330 | 2011-06-19 16:21:15 | 67.43 | 90% |
| 193 | 2010-01-13 14:05:09 | 42.41 |