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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1199 | 2009-09-23 15:47:37 | 69.62 | |
| 807 | 2009-05-23 09:06:59 | 59.84 | |
| 624 | 2009-03-07 06:58:05 | 57.19 | |
| 438 | 2009-02-20 05:05:18 | 59.44 |