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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 387 | 2009-06-26 05:28:48 | 80.53 | |
| 339 | 2009-06-23 01:04:06 | 106.06 | |
| 260 | 2009-06-19 02:28:34 | 95.08 | |
| 142 | 2009-06-16 02:27:05 | 90.80 | |
| 133 | 2009-06-16 02:05:53 | 98.89 | |
| 106 | 2009-06-11 18:06:54 | 84.34 |