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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1441 | 2009-05-22 09:39:05 | 49.61 | |
| 929 | 2009-03-19 22:17:58 | 46.42 | |
| 636 | 2009-03-06 11:03:31 | 50.14 | |
| 595 | 2009-03-05 15:33:01 | 44.02 | |
| 348 | 2009-02-26 17:48:19 | 40.59 | |
| 261 | 2009-02-25 12:06:09 | 44.75 |