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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 723 | 2011-05-02 18:41:19 | 77.44 | |
| 368 | 2011-04-22 22:41:43 | 76.91 | |
| 82 | 2011-04-15 22:33:02 | 78.35 | |
| 6 | 2011-04-15 15:58:17 | 83.27 |