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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 949 | 2012-02-17 12:00:02 | 95.96 | 97% |
| 821 | 2012-01-31 16:14:10 | 79.61 | 94% |
| 375 | 2010-11-21 04:25:10 | 41.69 |