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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2236 | 2010-05-11 08:59:07 | 67.09 | |
| 1126 | 2009-10-06 12:26:37 | 47.29 | |
| 760 | 2009-09-25 07:12:10 | 49.84 | |
| 487 | 2009-09-17 14:13:54 | 44.96 |