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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 179 | 2011-08-08 04:55:26 | 69.44 | 92% |
| 142 | 2011-08-02 15:33:12 | 69.20 | 93% |
| 113 | 2011-07-22 13:08:42 | 69.07 | 91% |