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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1247 | 2010-03-06 05:05:23 | 45.54 | |
| 858 | 2010-02-28 12:38:58 | 50.56 | |
| 826 | 2010-02-28 11:27:20 | 55.25 | |
| 642 | 2010-02-19 10:47:40 | 49.04 | |
| 461 | 2010-02-13 07:26:48 | 46.92 | |
| 388 | 2010-02-11 12:03:25 | 55.68 | |
| 95 | 2010-02-08 15:03:24 | 55.36 | |
| 85 | 2010-02-08 14:42:52 | 54.65 | |
| 59 | 2010-02-08 12:17:17 | 51.83 |