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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1083 | 2011-01-10 21:49:42 | 36.13 | |
| 1049 | 2011-01-08 21:01:40 | 35.62 | |
| 499 | 2010-11-24 02:04:28 | 34.85 | |
| 252 | 2010-11-03 11:21:58 | 34.75 |