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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1810 | 2009-10-18 04:48:25 | 71.02 | |
| 1526 | 2009-02-24 08:41:43 | 62.69 | |
| 815 | 2009-01-21 09:56:36 | 60.74 | |
| 630 | 2009-01-19 11:10:45 | 70.08 | |
| 395 | 2009-01-12 06:47:41 | 63.77 |