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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1865 | 2009-06-05 12:48:17 | 42.20 | |
| 1621 | 2009-05-31 08:37:16 | 37.86 | |
| 1403 | 2009-05-28 07:46:20 | 35.34 | |
| 1179 | 2009-05-24 14:35:39 | 36.39 | |
| 1006 | 2009-05-20 10:10:45 | 40.23 | |
| 548 | 2009-05-04 09:04:53 | 35.39 |