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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 103 | 2009-01-02 07:27:49 | 122.06 | |
| 83 | 2009-01-01 12:55:06 | 116.18 | |
| 29 | 2008-12-31 16:12:46 | 122.88 |