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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1193 | 2009-11-12 23:30:47 | 51.82 | |
| 641 | 2009-10-10 14:50:32 | 52.24 | |
| 625 | 2009-10-09 23:25:47 | 48.28 | |
| 327 | 2009-09-30 22:46:59 | 54.19 |