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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 536 | 2010-09-14 06:44:25 | 88.26 | |
| 267 | 2010-08-06 06:18:16 | 113.66 | |
| 127 | 2010-07-25 14:33:02 | 96.39 | |
| 69 | 2010-07-23 08:25:55 | 89.05 |