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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 966 | 2010-08-27 05:51:40 | 83.60 | |
| 879 | 2010-07-07 06:04:31 | 85.81 | |
| 701 | 2009-10-23 13:18:49 | 83.33 | |
| 455 | 2008-11-20 05:09:34 | 73.22 | |
| 374 | 2008-09-20 07:22:01 | 59.92 | |
| 221 | 2008-09-05 10:41:30 | 76.36 | |
| 198 | 2008-09-03 12:53:56 | 71.53 |