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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1059 | 2010-03-12 01:50:38 | 55.07 | |
| 646 | 2009-11-11 03:31:24 | 57.05 | |
| 502 | 2009-11-09 10:11:52 | 50.91 | |
| 453 | 2009-11-09 04:36:34 | 47.24 | |
| 305 | 2009-10-29 01:52:04 | 50.70 | |
| 143 | 2009-10-27 03:04:21 | 51.31 | |
| 87 | 2009-10-26 06:29:55 | 52.02 | |
| 13 | 2009-10-25 11:53:13 | 48.54 |