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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1340 | 2010-11-04 20:51:50 | 68.46 | |
| 887 | 2010-08-23 10:31:58 | 58.82 | |
| 400 | 2010-08-06 11:36:13 | 49.53 | |
| 356 | 2010-08-03 23:15:34 | 45.39 | |
| 279 | 2010-08-02 13:38:30 | 48.45 | |
| 277 | 2010-08-02 13:35:11 | 48.83 | |
| 10 | 2010-07-27 00:09:06 | 36.63 |