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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 382 | 2008-11-24 13:22:14 | 90.91 | |
| 326 | 2008-11-21 10:12:53 | 89.80 | |
| 103 | 2008-08-29 16:05:38 | 73.75 |