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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1414 | 2011-02-10 22:28:19 | 61.09 | |
| 1314 | 2011-02-07 06:05:49 | 61.19 | |
| 675 | 2011-02-02 19:18:14 | 60.15 | |
| 89 | 2011-01-26 15:40:19 | 51.73 |