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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44 | 2008-10-18 20:14:59 | 55.95 | |
| 26 | 2008-10-17 17:26:38 | 76.72 | |
| 22 | 2008-10-17 17:20:41 | 83.95 |