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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 552 | 2009-03-18 15:45:10 | 55.86 | |
| 455 | 2009-03-16 22:42:53 | 60.94 | |
| 341 | 2009-03-14 16:12:34 | 67.69 | |
| 60 | 2009-03-11 00:35:49 | 54.34 |