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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 998 | 2009-06-24 19:15:05 | 63.14 | |
| 917 | 2009-06-14 19:15:26 | 54.73 | |
| 808 | 2009-06-10 17:54:56 | 66.90 | |
| 646 | 2009-05-17 15:26:43 | 61.61 | |
| 17 | 2009-05-03 06:56:51 | 42.43 |