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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 290 | 2008-09-01 05:30:28 | 137.60 | |
| 181 | 2008-08-31 20:46:45 | 132.64 | |
| 164 | 2008-08-31 04:43:25 | 137.27 | |
| 109 | 2008-08-30 22:18:10 | 118.81 | |
| 99 | 2008-08-30 22:09:08 | 121.23 |