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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2196 | 2011-05-18 18:47:02 | 30.63 | 90% |
| 1636 | 2011-01-10 17:26:41 | 37.00 | |
| 1589 | 2011-01-05 17:09:06 | 35.65 | |
| 256 | 2009-11-10 17:08:37 | 30.01 | |
| 158 | 2009-11-01 00:33:12 | 29.06 |