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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2714 | 2009-09-28 01:19:06 | 37.95 | |
| 2674 | 2009-09-20 17:21:33 | 39.69 | |
| 2560 | 2009-09-13 03:03:46 | 34.41 | |
| 2552 | 2009-09-13 00:08:10 | 40.17 | |
| 2549 | 2009-09-12 21:59:33 | 44.38 | |
| 2485 | 2009-09-11 01:46:01 | 40.92 | |
| 1935 | 2009-08-08 22:17:50 | 38.28 | |
| 1801 | 2009-08-01 03:03:22 | 40.69 | |
| 1296 | 2009-07-12 21:48:15 | 36.31 | |
| 610 | 2009-06-12 21:48:34 | 33.40 | |
| 449 | 2009-05-02 20:21:54 | 33.30 | |
| 448 | 2009-05-02 20:19:49 | 36.98 |