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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1257 | 2011-04-24 12:46:10 | 46.75 | |
| 862 | 2010-11-18 09:45:45 | 37.48 | |
| 630 | 2010-11-10 09:11:35 | 42.51 |