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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1032 | 2009-02-12 16:52:11 | 40.20 | |
| 956 | 2009-02-09 17:07:39 | 37.53 | |
| 924 | 2009-02-07 16:45:27 | 48.46 | |
| 443 | 2009-01-15 17:20:39 | 41.32 |