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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 109 | 2010-06-28 00:19:08 | 133.84 | |
| 73 | 2010-06-09 10:04:39 | 116.40 | |
| 32 | 2010-06-06 23:32:45 | 121.65 |