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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 799 | 2009-12-28 10:23:35 | 57.65 | |
| 92 | 2009-06-19 06:14:44 | 51.11 | |
| 49 | 2009-06-17 12:46:28 | 52.33 |