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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1056 | 2011-05-30 13:50:10 | 74.98 | 97% |
| 265 | 2011-04-12 12:54:09 | 67.34 | |
| 63 | 2011-03-30 20:40:01 | 56.70 |