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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 133 | 2008-10-08 19:25:07 | 121.18 | |
| 121 | 2008-10-07 22:44:56 | 127.16 | |
| 2 | 2008-10-02 11:44:03 | 123.66 |