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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1726 | 2010-11-15 02:13:01 | 75.77 | |
| 1679 | 2010-11-10 03:21:22 | 59.07 | |
| 1446 | 2009-05-13 08:51:44 | 81.17 | |
| 1400 | 2009-05-13 05:23:30 | 48.61 | |
| 1119 | 2009-05-06 09:14:26 | 66.86 | |
| 786 | 2009-05-04 08:47:08 | 65.14 | |
| 385 | 2009-04-27 09:58:35 | 71.02 |