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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2182 | 2010-11-25 15:43:17 | 69.44 | |
| 1971 | 2010-07-08 19:26:34 | 68.83 | |
| 1635 | 2010-05-18 22:13:34 | 73.11 | |
| 1403 | 2010-05-04 14:25:01 | 68.02 | |
| 638 | 2009-07-03 17:55:37 | 54.66 |