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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1361 | 2010-05-03 16:04:27 | 87.65 | |
| 1359 | 2010-05-03 16:02:50 | 84.71 | |
| 917 | 2010-03-31 15:46:11 | 76.90 | |
| 790 | 2010-03-20 18:16:09 | 75.03 | |
| 651 | 2010-02-23 17:20:25 | 78.12 |