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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1281 | 2010-11-14 01:21:21 | 62.01 | |
| 1232 | 2010-11-10 23:36:12 | 58.31 | |
| 1105 | 2010-11-04 01:43:27 | 60.54 | |
| 869 | 2010-10-28 04:53:09 | 60.93 | |
| 536 | 2010-10-17 03:01:38 | 47.29 | |
| 295 | 2010-10-13 02:48:19 | 49.85 | |
| 241 | 2010-10-11 05:48:16 | 52.40 |