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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 336 | 2010-07-10 04:55:07 | 69.46 | |
| 245 | 2009-05-20 08:37:28 | 60.86 | |
| 186 | 2009-04-24 09:47:29 | 61.69 |