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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1591 | 2011-01-26 06:16:23 | 42.86 | |
| 1543 | 2011-01-25 17:58:30 | 48.70 | |
| 1351 | 2011-01-19 14:24:45 | 42.05 | |
| 1106 | 2011-01-09 05:16:56 | 42.28 |