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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1558 | 2011-05-06 15:58:31 | 53.91 | 95% |
| 399 | 2010-04-20 19:36:10 | 38.03 | |
| 40 | 2010-02-19 10:45:04 | 30.45 |