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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2359 | 2011-04-13 18:57:18 | 140.16 | |
| 2033 | 2010-11-17 21:44:21 | 124.46 | |
| 913 | 2010-10-17 15:48:44 | 148.31 | |
| 135 | 2010-09-20 16:57:22 | 128.56 |