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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1079 | 2010-11-09 21:58:17 | 59.48 | |
| 818 | 2010-06-11 22:10:01 | 64.04 | |
| 191 | 2009-06-28 14:14:50 | 38.42 |