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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 617 | 2008-09-28 21:15:15 | 128.98 | |
| 524 | 2008-09-27 06:59:04 | 116.96 | |
| 360 | 2008-09-19 18:30:58 | 147.62 | |
| 334 | 2008-09-19 06:10:08 | 129.82 | |
| 259 | 2008-09-17 06:05:19 | 128.48 | |
| 228 | 2008-09-16 06:26:41 | 112.51 |