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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1248 | 2009-05-20 15:14:47 | 68.54 | |
| 799 | 2009-03-15 16:16:35 | 61.65 | |
| 482 | 2008-12-16 12:52:27 | 57.60 | |
| 383 | 2008-12-10 01:19:26 | 51.00 | |
| 241 | 2008-12-01 17:55:01 | 46.14 | |
| 156 | 2008-11-29 10:29:49 | 46.13 |