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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 413 | 2009-05-13 13:49:07 | 99.60 | |
| 411 | 2009-05-13 13:41:41 | 91.89 | |
| 44 | 2009-03-10 12:50:55 | 83.19 |