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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 654 | 2009-09-11 05:43:24 | 39.96 | |
| 556 | 2009-08-29 03:52:52 | 36.92 | |
| 236 | 2009-07-01 06:46:48 | 34.45 |