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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 890 | 2009-10-22 04:07:25 | 106.33 | |
| 395 | 2009-09-08 04:59:15 | 82.74 | |
| 353 | 2009-09-04 07:04:46 | 69.28 | |
| 333 | 2009-09-02 02:33:21 | 108.48 | |
| 291 | 2009-08-31 22:37:19 | 101.93 |