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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 186 | 2009-02-26 12:35:15 | 116.59 | |
| 160 | 2008-12-26 19:15:05 | 124.79 | |
| 128 | 2008-12-26 11:23:04 | 124.10 | |
| 29 | 2008-12-24 15:00:15 | 134.28 | |
| 7 | 2008-12-23 14:44:42 | 120.50 |