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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 752 | 2009-01-05 05:11:35 | 69.11 | |
| 650 | 2008-12-30 08:39:39 | 63.83 | |
| 504 | 2008-12-15 18:04:12 | 63.66 | |
| 426 | 2008-12-12 01:31:04 | 65.17 | |
| 249 | 2008-11-26 12:07:06 | 48.37 | |
| 25 | 2008-10-21 22:41:39 | 58.98 |