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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 839 | 2009-03-28 14:41:38 | 61.90 | |
| 797 | 2009-03-18 14:25:35 | 51.29 | |
| 507 | 2009-03-04 15:07:23 | 53.96 | |
| 373 | 2009-02-26 18:38:59 | 54.06 | |
| 53 | 2009-02-18 20:23:18 | 43.16 |