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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 297 | 2009-04-20 20:55:54 | 38.94 | |
| 235 | 2009-04-16 13:51:01 | 38.78 | |
| 185 | 2009-04-15 17:19:14 | 42.80 | |
| 112 | 2009-04-14 08:22:22 | 30.40 |