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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1041 | 2010-12-09 19:40:10 | 62.38 | |
| 833 | 2010-09-22 14:18:13 | 65.96 | |
| 305 | 2010-08-11 17:47:18 | 59.50 | |
| 186 | 2010-08-05 14:41:33 | 60.74 |