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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 947 | 2011-01-18 16:59:11 | 109.29 | |
| 480 | 2010-10-29 16:21:25 | 97.69 | |
| 349 | 2010-10-05 17:19:08 | 89.42 |