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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1585 | 2011-01-03 08:30:48 | 74.87 | |
| 536 | 2010-12-23 18:45:26 | 64.39 | |
| 473 | 2010-12-22 16:24:47 | 68.33 | |
| 108 | 2010-12-17 14:49:39 | 80.10 |