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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1609 | 2009-11-15 18:33:07 | 45.46 | |
| 1585 | 2009-11-08 22:56:54 | 45.45 | |
| 1136 | 2009-10-04 17:35:45 | 47.89 | |
| 394 | 2009-08-29 18:25:34 | 45.95 | |
| 271 | 2009-08-26 13:14:05 | 47.21 |