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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 313 | 2009-12-03 17:08:59 | 41.06 | |
| 130 | 2009-05-27 10:05:54 | 50.04 | |
| 110 | 2009-05-22 10:49:22 | 35.35 |