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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 917 | 2009-12-24 04:56:43 | 75.87 | |
| 796 | 2009-08-02 04:52:00 | 86.03 | |
| 632 | 2009-02-25 03:41:10 | 53.64 | |
| 137 | 2008-10-19 22:54:46 | 57.05 | |
| 52 | 2008-10-07 00:59:26 | 64.40 |