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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 984 | 2009-04-24 16:09:27 | 67.07 | |
| 731 | 2009-04-19 18:35:58 | 71.23 | |
| 698 | 2009-04-19 17:55:31 | 62.58 | |
| 531 | 2009-04-18 23:42:46 | 66.08 | |
| 446 | 2009-04-16 16:28:06 | 69.23 | |
| 4 | 2009-03-20 18:49:37 | 50.80 |