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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2501 | 2011-02-11 04:13:39 | 64.40 | |
| 2271 | 2010-09-28 11:12:09 | 69.16 | |
| 1760 | 2010-08-10 14:14:53 | 59.92 | |
| 1004 | 2010-07-04 06:09:54 | 55.45 | |
| 268 | 2010-06-14 12:58:07 | 41.27 | |
| 32 | 2010-05-31 05:58:29 | 52.37 |