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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1810 | 2009-04-18 11:11:23 | 53.40 | |
| 1686 | 2009-04-12 04:32:05 | 52.84 | |
| 1195 | 2009-03-24 07:48:33 | 53.48 | |
| 783 | 2009-03-16 04:22:59 | 53.44 | |
| 733 | 2009-03-15 15:01:08 | 49.95 | |
| 611 | 2009-03-14 09:10:45 | 44.75 | |
| 495 | 2009-03-09 13:45:58 | 58.29 |