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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1068 | 2009-05-07 10:32:40 | 72.84 | |
| 870 | 2009-04-24 13:57:09 | 73.33 | |
| 86 | 2009-03-21 09:37:45 | 62.24 |