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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 656 | 2011-04-05 15:06:51 | 45.71 | |
| 545 | 2011-03-31 05:01:39 | 45.55 | |
| 396 | 2011-03-26 11:43:52 | 43.39 | |
| 220 | 2010-12-06 08:17:35 | 39.28 |