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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 933 | 2011-03-31 02:50:34 | 90.09 | |
| 612 | 2011-02-24 08:13:41 | 80.52 | |
| 30 | 2009-01-03 08:40:39 | 46.08 |