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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 923 | 2010-02-21 02:06:27 | 94.13 | |
| 767 | 2010-02-18 20:57:06 | 111.73 | |
| 531 | 2010-02-13 01:29:54 | 92.14 | |
| 313 | 2010-02-06 05:14:17 | 90.57 |