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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1288 | 2010-05-29 04:40:56 | 52.75 | |
| 1005 | 2009-02-23 12:27:53 | 58.48 | |
| 888 | 2009-02-13 05:47:57 | 66.44 | |
| 588 | 2009-01-28 14:16:09 | 53.93 | |
| 328 | 2009-01-20 00:01:31 | 55.67 | |
| 159 | 2009-01-16 13:27:08 | 59.47 | |
| 55 | 2009-01-15 02:58:30 | 49.25 |