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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 300 | 2009-05-30 09:56:50 | 62.31 | |
| 188 | 2008-12-13 15:58:07 | 59.68 | |
| 150 | 2008-12-12 14:36:13 | 59.42 |