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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1268 | 2010-01-07 02:38:35 | 67.01 | |
| 1025 | 2009-12-30 21:45:00 | 58.96 | |
| 669 | 2009-12-24 02:11:36 | 58.08 | |
| 573 | 2009-12-21 01:20:48 | 59.45 | |
| 371 | 2009-12-15 19:48:41 | 54.25 | |
| 282 | 2009-12-13 05:50:23 | 54.85 |