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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1083 | 2011-04-21 00:52:16 | 104.02 | |
| 368 | 2011-02-17 04:39:38 | 77.63 | |
| 188 | 2011-02-12 01:47:25 | 64.00 |