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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1655 | 2010-05-22 09:58:40 | 51.40 | |
| 1570 | 2009-10-01 03:55:36 | 53.37 | |
| 1526 | 2009-09-29 03:51:55 | 35.74 | |
| 1489 | 2009-09-23 06:07:21 | 57.80 | |
| 876 | 2009-07-31 05:26:38 | 51.74 | |
| 814 | 2009-07-28 10:57:03 | 39.47 | |
| 180 | 2009-06-04 05:06:45 | 39.45 |