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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 332 | 2010-08-23 06:10:57 | 132.79 | |
| 254 | 2008-09-27 22:54:47 | 119.77 | |
| 249 | 2008-09-27 21:03:41 | 138.67 | |
| 127 | 2008-09-07 17:29:01 | 106.36 | |
| 53 | 2008-08-29 17:47:11 | 113.24 |