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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 558 | 2008-12-09 00:33:18 | 35.85 | |
| 526 | 2008-11-22 00:18:20 | 35.99 | |
| 295 | 2008-11-11 08:15:48 | 33.29 | |
| 291 | 2008-10-28 22:46:23 | 34.76 | |
| 246 | 2008-10-28 00:17:01 | 35.97 |