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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 557 | 2010-02-09 14:09:11 | 84.18 | |
| 428 | 2010-01-30 09:56:24 | 70.08 | |
| 36 | 2008-12-18 13:57:53 | 70.15 | |
| 15 | 2008-12-14 07:55:03 | 73.59 |