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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 565 | 2008-10-11 05:16:55 | 117.45 | |
| 275 | 2008-10-01 01:46:02 | 122.62 | |
| 139 | 2008-09-25 03:55:33 | 123.56 | |
| 133 | 2008-09-25 03:50:44 | 151.78 | |
| 67 | 2008-09-23 22:31:59 | 105.77 | |
| 62 | 2008-09-23 21:33:20 | 134.27 |