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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1039 | 2010-06-22 05:33:50 | 57.97 | |
| 957 | 2010-04-14 03:49:08 | 57.83 | |
| 291 | 2009-06-20 14:31:07 | 52.74 | |
| 203 | 2009-05-25 10:03:09 | 50.97 |