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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1679 | 2009-11-24 06:34:30 | 89.41 | |
| 1530 | 2009-11-21 03:17:24 | 81.36 | |
| 1470 | 2009-11-13 05:39:22 | 86.56 | |
| 294 | 2009-08-16 02:41:19 | 75.72 | |
| 198 | 2009-08-03 07:28:13 | 66.90 | |
| 79 | 2009-07-14 03:33:10 | 66.21 |