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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1051 | 2011-01-15 01:18:44 | 62.57 | |
| 512 | 2010-01-21 20:25:41 | 49.63 | |
| 371 | 2010-01-06 20:59:54 | 52.16 |