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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 307 | 2011-05-10 11:10:56 | 118.37 | 91% |
| 233 | 2009-09-09 14:12:25 | 124.80 |