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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1097 | 2010-12-10 16:32:32 | 46.94 | |
| 1046 | 2010-11-29 21:31:06 | 41.12 | |
| 676 | 2010-11-15 07:22:54 | 42.61 | |
| 378 | 2010-11-03 01:45:31 | 45.82 | |
| 347 | 2010-11-03 00:54:47 | 42.47 |