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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1563 | 2009-11-11 21:47:33 | 106.17 | |
| 1523 | 2009-11-08 20:33:10 | 94.86 | |
| 1104 | 2009-10-06 12:55:06 | 75.26 | |
| 1074 | 2009-10-04 15:48:12 | 79.74 | |
| 575 | 2009-06-25 16:45:29 | 94.29 | |
| 388 | 2009-05-25 13:07:08 | 91.37 | |
| 192 | 2009-03-23 09:02:32 | 105.89 | |
| 177 | 2009-03-22 12:36:31 | 88.68 | |
| 100 | 2009-03-19 17:04:07 | 88.71 | |
| 30 | 2009-03-16 12:29:22 | 89.83 |