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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1032 | 2011-04-09 19:17:19 | 84.19 | |
| 829 | 2010-10-27 02:33:34 | 83.82 | |
| 26 | 2008-08-26 23:24:57 | 53.86 |