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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 893 | 2009-02-14 00:14:58 | 56.19 | |
| 872 | 2009-02-13 17:43:55 | 66.67 | |
| 865 | 2009-02-12 17:30:20 | 69.64 | |
| 792 | 2009-02-10 16:35:07 | 63.06 | |
| 775 | 2009-02-10 03:04:56 | 60.09 | |
| 33 | 2008-08-10 04:32:46 | 55.16 |