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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1264 | 2011-03-10 08:38:40 | 54.82 | |
| 893 | 2011-02-16 15:56:14 | 48.77 | |
| 70 | 2011-01-23 15:12:17 | 40.37 |