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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 578 | 2009-11-26 16:48:28 | 110.26 | |
| 475 | 2009-11-18 15:06:00 | 106.88 | |
| 333 | 2009-11-17 16:56:55 | 86.11 | |
| 178 | 2009-11-14 12:11:13 | 98.08 |