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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1671 | 2010-08-19 07:47:59 | 88.15 | |
| 1318 | 2010-05-14 05:03:49 | 80.66 | |
| 929 | 2009-11-19 08:15:46 | 78.45 | |
| 477 | 2009-07-01 06:00:44 | 60.58 | |
| 317 | 2009-03-26 02:53:51 | 100.66 | |
| 279 | 2009-03-03 20:41:05 | 83.38 | |
| 24 | 2009-02-23 06:01:34 | 70.14 |