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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 194 | 2008-10-29 23:00:04 | 58.30 | |
| 20 | 2008-10-08 17:56:59 | 46.61 | |
| 6 | 2008-10-08 17:31:05 | 44.97 |