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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 147 | 2008-10-05 04:19:48 | 100.93 | |
| 97 | 2008-10-04 14:58:16 | 75.74 | |
| 24 | 2008-10-04 06:45:29 | 77.55 |