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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 422 | 2011-08-24 11:13:05 | 41.54 | 90% |
| 299 | 2011-06-23 11:00:27 | 37.38 | 89% |
| 206 | 2010-11-16 01:38:56 | 33.53 |