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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 457 | 2011-03-15 10:16:16 | 83.43 | |
| 90 | 2009-03-16 18:18:37 | 51.43 | |
| 48 | 2008-12-09 18:01:21 | 39.50 |