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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1176 | 2010-10-14 05:23:41 | 68.23 | |
| 1034 | 2010-09-13 12:21:52 | 58.27 | |
| 855 | 2010-09-07 10:07:25 | 56.42 | |
| 597 | 2010-08-25 07:10:40 | 60.94 |