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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1123 | 2009-11-02 15:57:46 | 44.02 | |
| 1114 | 2009-10-29 14:24:45 | 46.75 | |
| 1030 | 2009-10-05 18:30:49 | 40.91 | |
| 426 | 2009-05-08 13:24:20 | 40.89 | |
| 258 | 2009-04-29 15:53:02 | 45.37 |