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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1381 | 2010-07-14 23:16:14 | 79.44 | |
| 1259 | 2010-06-30 02:59:42 | 74.83 | |
| 1134 | 2010-06-21 16:50:31 | 59.57 | |
| 541 | 2010-05-15 17:06:19 | 63.96 | |
| 277 | 2010-05-02 19:53:44 | 73.88 | |
| 116 | 2010-04-25 18:51:58 | 62.56 |