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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2536 | 2009-12-08 14:41:32 | 78.52 | |
| 2276 | 2009-12-06 08:24:17 | 81.01 | |
| 40 | 2009-09-20 14:24:26 | 71.35 |