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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1265 | 2009-08-28 00:39:10 | 44.43 | |
| 1229 | 2009-08-27 23:06:02 | 45.87 | |
| 1106 | 2009-08-25 18:04:07 | 44.20 | |
| 505 | 2009-08-19 22:34:55 | 44.23 | |
| 248 | 2009-08-18 19:56:12 | 31.72 |