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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 714 | 2011-01-29 15:52:30 | 90.54 | |
| 611 | 2011-01-29 08:26:15 | 78.10 | |
| 106 | 2009-11-09 18:57:11 | 85.40 |