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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1109 | 2010-01-09 12:09:48 | 42.19 | |
| 1018 | 2010-01-04 12:30:04 | 40.98 | |
| 570 | 2009-12-16 20:09:13 | 33.11 | |
| 514 | 2009-12-14 21:00:25 | 34.52 |