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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 862 | 2010-04-02 11:48:56 | 43.35 | |
| 765 | 2010-03-30 10:21:07 | 35.98 | |
| 689 | 2010-03-28 02:07:15 | 40.60 | |
| 274 | 2010-03-18 13:51:59 | 35.39 |