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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 434 | 2011-01-11 04:08:36 | 69.25 | |
| 359 | 2010-11-15 02:52:13 | 64.60 | |
| 279 | 2010-10-28 05:54:16 | 69.78 | |
| 257 | 2010-10-26 08:10:22 | 65.40 | |
| 255 | 2010-10-26 08:07:46 | 66.85 | |
| 133 | 2010-10-21 10:52:18 | 66.59 | |
| 92 | 2010-10-20 01:20:33 | 69.13 |