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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3181 | 2009-07-26 17:54:48 | 42.45 | |
| 3154 | 2009-07-19 19:26:13 | 44.57 | |
| 3142 | 2009-07-19 19:01:01 | 43.44 | |
| 2535 | 2009-03-25 21:59:55 | 38.39 | |
| 2359 | 2009-03-01 13:32:45 | 36.28 | |
| 2243 | 2009-02-25 04:05:55 | 36.92 | |
| 2162 | 2009-02-23 22:41:07 | 34.06 | |
| 1742 | 2009-01-28 23:40:45 | 32.78 |