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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 117 | 2009-08-15 16:57:37 | 96.31 | |
| 68 | 2009-06-10 06:26:19 | 82.63 | |
| 1 | 2009-02-07 13:55:35 | 79.63 |