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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 239 | 2009-03-19 05:49:05 | 109.98 | |
| 143 | 2009-03-15 00:00:42 | 118.01 | |
| 47 | 2009-03-14 18:37:17 | 111.05 |