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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 555 | 2009-12-17 22:56:19 | 96.35 | |
| 290 | 2009-11-26 21:14:21 | 87.79 | |
| 286 | 2009-11-26 21:10:04 | 90.25 | |
| 172 | 2008-11-22 01:36:01 | 97.16 | |
| 117 | 2008-11-21 20:41:47 | 91.26 |