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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1485 | 2010-01-23 22:05:40 | 51.14 | |
| 1450 | 2010-01-18 20:28:15 | 47.46 | |
| 1010 | 2009-04-16 16:24:05 | 59.59 | |
| 541 | 2009-03-14 12:07:02 | 59.17 | |
| 416 | 2009-03-12 14:39:12 | 57.70 | |
| 411 | 2009-03-12 14:32:39 | 55.08 | |
| 380 | 2009-02-27 21:04:41 | 53.65 |