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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 313 | 2011-06-29 13:16:59 | 66.25 | 97% |
| 236 | 2011-04-20 23:03:03 | 64.32 | |
| 85 | 2011-04-19 16:14:03 | 70.49 | |
| 38 | 2011-04-19 13:29:03 | 66.71 |