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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 619 | 2009-03-27 04:39:52 | 35.77 | |
| 608 | 2009-03-25 16:59:10 | 53.30 | |
| 531 | 2009-03-18 03:16:47 | 43.70 | |
| 437 | 2009-03-13 06:20:54 | 39.66 | |
| 415 | 2009-03-13 04:48:30 | 36.14 | |
| 326 | 2009-03-11 07:19:31 | 35.15 |