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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1076 | 2010-02-16 20:43:51 | 83.35 | |
| 558 | 2009-08-12 18:40:55 | 78.22 | |
| 555 | 2009-08-12 18:36:58 | 74.93 | |
| 547 | 2009-08-12 16:42:31 | 66.37 | |
| 352 | 2009-08-04 05:53:15 | 65.94 | |
| 282 | 2009-07-31 21:09:05 | 68.08 | |
| 116 | 2009-07-28 05:12:05 | 61.64 |