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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1581 | 2009-10-24 03:18:58 | 83.48 | |
| 1535 | 2009-09-02 05:53:33 | 99.71 | |
| 1304 | 2009-04-17 10:10:39 | 96.43 | |
| 1058 | 2009-03-10 09:15:53 | 83.45 | |
| 1019 | 2009-03-09 07:11:02 | 94.37 | |
| 548 | 2009-02-16 06:51:29 | 90.34 | |
| 25 | 2008-12-23 09:20:13 | 83.63 |