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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2148 | 2011-05-22 16:53:34 | 67.77 | 94% |
| 1733 | 2011-02-14 16:46:35 | 67.32 | |
| 1348 | 2011-01-21 18:09:01 | 50.93 | |
| 963 | 2010-12-30 17:32:44 | 59.33 | |
| 933 | 2010-12-28 15:59:22 | 61.39 |