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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 958 | 2008-11-28 03:28:01 | 75.38 | |
| 951 | 2008-11-26 23:56:30 | 77.59 | |
| 558 | 2008-09-10 17:33:56 | 83.44 | |
| 446 | 2008-09-02 14:11:21 | 68.30 | |
| 324 | 2008-08-26 17:58:52 | 48.37 | |
| 22 | 2008-08-10 01:08:06 | 58.78 |