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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1093 | 2010-04-12 20:23:04 | 60.10 | |
| 715 | 2010-03-27 18:53:18 | 50.89 | |
| 164 | 2009-10-08 15:53:48 | 40.43 | |
| 134 | 2009-10-06 14:07:16 | 42.11 |