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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2009-04-08 15:38:16 | 62.24 | |
| 957 | 2009-04-07 13:01:45 | 57.42 | |
| 839 | 2009-03-31 11:34:36 | 70.24 | |
| 622 | 2009-03-24 16:25:09 | 62.98 | |
| 482 | 2009-03-19 16:42:42 | 63.39 | |
| 354 | 2009-03-17 12:39:20 | 52.69 | |
| 288 | 2009-03-16 14:45:42 | 57.61 |