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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 648 | 2009-02-24 09:06:09 | 79.72 | |
| 636 | 2009-02-23 07:26:21 | 74.59 | |
| 465 | 2009-02-08 05:25:07 | 75.00 | |
| 206 | 2008-10-25 06:07:04 | 57.19 | |
| 112 | 2008-10-12 02:35:52 | 47.09 | |
| 84 | 2008-10-11 06:16:55 | 52.62 |