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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2193 | 2010-12-09 19:40:19 | 53.70 | |
| 2106 | 2010-12-08 17:50:21 | 57.13 | |
| 2047 | 2010-12-07 21:21:58 | 42.55 | |
| 1080 | 2010-11-22 22:23:47 | 46.91 | |
| 596 | 2010-11-17 19:32:13 | 43.60 |