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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 873 | 2009-10-13 08:35:27 | 53.40 | |
| 870 | 2009-10-13 08:29:48 | 54.83 | |
| 642 | 2009-10-08 01:07:24 | 51.32 | |
| 636 | 2009-10-08 00:59:18 | 51.94 | |
| 118 | 2009-09-30 11:40:49 | 45.46 | |
| 44 | 2009-09-29 07:14:51 | 44.87 |