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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 162 | 2008-09-26 20:03:23 | 92.19 | |
| 148 | 2008-09-26 19:42:25 | 88.08 | |
| 18 | 2008-09-25 10:39:52 | 110.82 | |
| 17 | 2008-09-25 10:39:03 | 120.53 |