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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 823 | 2009-02-05 04:02:37 | 72.35 | |
| 805 | 2009-01-22 06:53:01 | 72.09 | |
| 775 | 2009-01-22 05:53:41 | 62.45 | |
| 678 | 2009-01-14 05:18:53 | 74.27 | |
| 483 | 2009-01-12 06:12:41 | 78.16 | |
| 481 | 2009-01-12 06:09:32 | 70.99 |