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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 754 | 2009-12-24 23:56:52 | 113.47 | |
| 743 | 2009-12-24 22:13:55 | 130.95 | |
| 676 | 2009-12-24 15:50:36 | 105.73 | |
| 49 | 2009-12-16 01:01:13 | 111.16 |