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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 306 | 2009-04-15 08:56:33 | 58.74 | |
| 123 | 2009-04-07 19:39:41 | 64.05 | |
| 110 | 2009-04-07 19:24:44 | 66.53 |