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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 660 | 2009-11-11 11:09:16 | 39.74 | |
| 627 | 2009-11-09 12:19:36 | 38.71 | |
| 455 | 2009-10-28 08:15:34 | 33.98 | |
| 317 | 2009-10-25 07:58:49 | 38.25 |