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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 893 | 2009-01-10 01:10:04 | 69.42 | |
| 576 | 2008-12-14 18:36:36 | 69.88 | |
| 574 | 2008-12-14 18:34:42 | 52.64 | |
| 554 | 2008-12-13 19:07:54 | 63.60 | |
| 267 | 2008-12-03 22:33:01 | 62.76 | |
| 73 | 2008-11-16 19:28:39 | 63.14 |