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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 876 | 2009-12-01 08:25:01 | 43.70 | |
| 766 | 2009-10-18 10:02:53 | 43.01 | |
| 113 | 2009-04-13 10:04:39 | 37.82 |