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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 175 | 2011-04-05 15:33:12 | 128.08 | |
| 173 | 2011-04-05 15:28:11 | 112.22 | |
| 39 | 2011-03-13 20:44:19 | 122.70 |