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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 975 | 2009-05-09 01:34:03 | 70.49 | |
| 936 | 2009-05-07 20:22:11 | 60.75 | |
| 575 | 2009-05-01 22:36:08 | 61.64 | |
| 396 | 2009-04-24 20:07:46 | 52.29 | |
| 318 | 2009-04-18 18:34:06 | 50.41 | |
| 287 | 2009-04-18 15:35:15 | 48.71 | |
| 216 | 2009-04-18 02:01:19 | 60.02 | |
| 133 | 2009-04-10 20:36:42 | 45.19 |