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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 331 | 2011-02-24 10:03:11 | 87.50 | |
| 329 | 2011-02-18 13:00:37 | 79.23 | |
| 141 | 2010-12-29 13:21:15 | 71.32 |