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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 490 | 2009-01-10 09:35:42 | 52.13 | |
| 119 | 2008-11-29 13:41:57 | 50.18 | |
| 103 | 2008-11-29 07:32:58 | 42.18 | |
| 68 | 2008-11-25 14:31:48 | 41.56 |