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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2227 | 2012-02-28 08:20:30 | 49.59 | 90% |
| 622 | 2009-12-18 07:19:10 | 38.54 | |
| 456 | 2009-12-11 02:22:04 | 37.88 |