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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 197 | 2011-06-26 13:22:53 | 68.77 | 93% |
| 67 | 2011-05-28 08:12:24 | 65.14 | 93% |
| 6 | 2011-01-22 13:27:31 | 63.32 |