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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1776 | 2009-06-29 06:54:13 | 54.34 | |
| 1751 | 2009-06-26 13:39:27 | 45.04 | |
| 1747 | 2009-06-26 13:22:06 | 50.19 | |
| 1410 | 2009-01-05 19:42:56 | 47.49 | |
| 1146 | 2008-11-17 09:50:10 | 42.97 | |
| 1143 | 2008-11-17 09:40:10 | 47.02 | |
| 964 | 2008-11-10 10:38:08 | 44.86 | |
| 805 | 2008-10-27 20:25:19 | 40.39 |