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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 996 | 2009-10-01 05:57:21 | 49.81 | |
| 990 | 2009-10-01 05:46:24 | 44.99 | |
| 826 | 2009-09-17 06:58:00 | 46.88 | |
| 537 | 2009-08-26 03:37:17 | 41.26 |