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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1060 | 2010-11-03 07:40:10 | 82.71 | |
| 728 | 2010-10-20 10:04:45 | 86.62 | |
| 540 | 2010-10-17 13:13:01 | 79.04 |