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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 597 | 2010-01-29 16:17:09 | 70.47 | |
| 381 | 2010-01-02 23:09:24 | 76.12 | |
| 269 | 2009-12-28 19:24:21 | 70.87 |