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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1245 | 2010-03-05 20:20:16 | 70.44 | |
| 577 | 2009-10-23 15:19:45 | 67.98 | |
| 380 | 2009-10-05 18:10:49 | 63.21 | |
| 35 | 2008-08-22 18:33:58 | 59.28 |