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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1581 | 2010-06-04 14:57:10 | 101.99 | |
| 1579 | 2010-06-04 14:53:36 | 96.28 | |
| 1228 | 2009-12-20 17:43:27 | 71.56 | |
| 634 | 2009-05-30 07:28:31 | 71.71 | |
| 322 | 2009-04-30 11:45:27 | 61.35 | |
| 279 | 2009-04-30 03:18:21 | 63.86 |