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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1952 | 2010-02-07 03:40:26 | 64.55 | |
| 1610 | 2009-12-30 03:01:17 | 77.48 | |
| 1317 | 2009-11-06 21:59:51 | 63.40 | |
| 968 | 2009-09-14 21:15:43 | 52.35 | |
| 556 | 2009-07-16 02:59:58 | 57.56 | |
| 329 | 2009-03-26 23:31:12 | 54.25 | |
| 87 | 2009-02-15 23:38:52 | 57.51 |