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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1355 | 2011-02-06 00:58:18 | 76.71 | |
| 1183 | 2011-01-21 02:34:33 | 86.27 | |
| 1054 | 2011-01-18 03:09:18 | 81.12 | |
| 765 | 2011-01-16 03:26:38 | 52.62 | |
| 554 | 2011-01-13 08:20:28 | 73.46 | |
| 141 | 2011-01-08 02:39:41 | 81.48 |