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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 723 | 2009-04-10 05:17:28 | 56.39 | |
| 690 | 2009-03-16 12:16:09 | 52.23 | |
| 500 | 2009-02-22 10:41:55 | 53.50 | |
| 99 | 2008-11-17 14:45:49 | 38.75 | |
| 19 | 2008-11-13 15:34:39 | 35.52 |