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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 812 | 2009-05-21 12:51:04 | 56.23 | |
| 766 | 2009-05-12 21:23:21 | 49.05 | |
| 418 | 2009-04-07 10:27:59 | 50.75 | |
| 416 | 2009-04-07 10:24:30 | 51.71 | |
| 89 | 2009-03-13 15:30:39 | 45.78 |