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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2708 | 2010-10-30 12:32:22 | 49.69 | |
| 2556 | 2010-10-27 14:30:22 | 42.11 | |
| 2084 | 2010-10-15 03:39:05 | 51.17 | |
| 232 | 2010-09-17 04:38:53 | 37.94 |