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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1900 | 2011-04-18 14:57:58 | 66.88 | |
| 1229 | 2010-10-30 12:38:01 | 68.90 | |
| 30 | 2009-11-03 18:22:12 | 66.03 |