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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2346 | 2010-11-26 07:24:22 | 106.39 | |
| 2259 | 2010-11-21 08:04:48 | 111.37 | |
| 1744 | 2010-11-07 02:08:34 | 99.55 | |
| 1265 | 2010-11-03 00:02:02 | 101.26 | |
| 919 | 2010-10-26 02:09:13 | 108.57 | |
| 436 | 2010-10-17 04:59:01 | 88.05 |