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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 142 | 2010-03-12 08:33:07 | 71.96 | |
| 99 | 2010-03-09 09:04:33 | 68.96 | |
| 35 | 2010-03-04 06:35:28 | 66.57 |