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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 989 | 2012-01-23 10:07:09 | 83.27 | 93% |
| 805 | 2011-04-12 09:40:15 | 67.46 | |
| 204 | 2011-01-14 13:54:44 | 42.21 | |
| 54 | 2011-01-10 16:33:09 | 42.52 |