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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 805 | 2010-06-01 04:45:59 | 88.38 | |
| 591 | 2010-01-22 15:08:56 | 74.24 | |
| 458 | 2010-01-10 10:34:37 | 80.05 | |
| 175 | 2009-12-19 05:51:14 | 68.02 |