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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1002 | 2010-12-12 01:08:28 | 101.30 | |
| 608 | 2010-11-29 03:16:39 | 89.38 | |
| 481 | 2010-11-27 01:57:25 | 93.57 | |
| 274 | 2010-11-22 21:42:36 | 82.75 | |
| 264 | 2010-11-22 21:31:35 | 91.34 | |
| 221 | 2010-11-22 02:11:37 | 89.88 | |
| 31 | 2010-11-15 03:46:24 | 90.83 |