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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1520 | 2010-01-17 02:09:00 | 67.87 | |
| 1174 | 2009-10-29 22:39:58 | 66.38 | |
| 1082 | 2009-10-25 21:02:04 | 63.07 | |
| 630 | 2009-09-11 16:54:12 | 61.66 | |
| 343 | 2009-08-16 14:21:18 | 49.10 | |
| 265 | 2009-08-14 23:39:14 | 61.11 | |
| 120 | 2009-08-11 00:06:54 | 58.90 |