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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1247 | 2009-04-22 12:44:43 | 66.85 | |
| 1113 | 2009-04-01 16:45:58 | 48.54 | |
| 1079 | 2009-03-29 04:17:30 | 58.11 | |
| 497 | 2008-12-02 06:34:13 | 41.48 | |
| 81 | 2008-11-20 16:15:43 | 31.59 |