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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 613 | 2009-02-16 06:51:34 | 80.40 | |
| 464 | 2008-12-09 07:42:52 | 86.97 | |
| 165 | 2008-09-14 00:14:09 | 65.21 |