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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 637 | 2010-09-18 18:52:05 | 111.50 | |
| 599 | 2010-09-17 01:29:33 | 105.54 | |
| 264 | 2010-09-02 03:53:12 | 117.98 |