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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 565 | 2009-03-09 06:30:41 | 131.48 | |
| 366 | 2009-01-17 06:39:25 | 129.78 | |
| 99 | 2008-12-18 18:37:35 | 123.73 |