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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81 | 2009-08-13 04:13:12 | 125.16 | |
| 71 | 2009-08-12 16:53:21 | 135.77 | |
| 4 | 2009-08-06 18:12:24 | 114.03 |