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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 980 | 2010-03-26 12:09:03 | 53.25 | |
| 745 | 2010-01-23 15:00:42 | 46.31 | |
| 576 | 2009-12-28 13:08:16 | 46.70 | |
| 567 | 2009-12-18 07:53:29 | 50.48 | |
| 318 | 2009-07-31 14:11:50 | 44.67 | |
| 245 | 2009-07-22 12:54:27 | 39.18 |