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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 408 | 2011-04-14 23:45:03 | 69.32 | |
| 353 | 2011-04-09 00:02:55 | 61.94 | |
| 34 | 2011-03-29 20:57:52 | 46.13 | |
| 8 | 2011-03-29 01:46:31 | 40.35 |