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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 911 | 2010-05-09 11:32:35 | 48.94 | |
| 743 | 2009-05-12 03:54:33 | 48.06 | |
| 484 | 2009-04-27 02:47:45 | 43.48 | |
| 155 | 2009-02-23 08:33:50 | 32.92 |