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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 963 | 2011-12-24 06:44:24 | 92.72 | 96% |
| 450 | 2010-08-29 19:54:57 | 54.04 | |
| 319 | 2010-08-24 18:46:10 | 52.58 | |
| 213 | 2010-08-24 03:20:36 | 44.33 | |
| 90 | 2010-01-19 09:04:49 | 31.14 |