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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 480 | 2010-05-23 22:22:51 | 89.96 | |
| 296 | 2010-05-18 22:13:30 | 79.95 | |
| 229 | 2010-05-09 19:38:24 | 81.26 | |
| 174 | 2010-05-04 14:24:58 | 73.19 |