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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 931 | 2011-03-20 20:10:32 | 62.47 | |
| 461 | 2009-12-16 16:47:11 | 58.38 | |
| 153 | 2009-10-21 17:27:23 | 49.05 | |
| 108 | 2009-10-10 18:00:04 | 48.54 |