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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1068 | 2010-11-29 08:30:06 | 65.90 | |
| 196 | 2010-10-28 10:42:30 | 53.39 | |
| 184 | 2010-10-28 10:25:17 | 59.08 | |
| 58 | 2010-10-24 07:18:12 | 50.30 |