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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 89 | 2008-09-08 08:05:00 | 136.99 | |
| 17 | 2008-08-08 08:18:42 | 130.27 | |
| 3 | 2008-08-08 08:05:24 | 128.44 |