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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2339 | 2009-06-22 04:44:45 | 85.20 | |
| 2281 | 2009-06-10 06:19:01 | 82.84 | |
| 2217 | 2009-06-09 01:19:56 | 85.65 | |
| 2190 | 2009-06-04 05:49:59 | 83.87 | |
| 1717 | 2009-02-19 15:06:33 | 92.53 | |
| 1678 | 2009-02-17 15:21:45 | 86.38 | |
| 958 | 2009-01-13 06:16:55 | 83.73 | |
| 909 | 2009-01-13 02:31:13 | 91.91 | |
| 742 | 2009-01-09 06:16:48 | 76.80 | |
| 650 | 2009-01-07 07:41:35 | 76.99 | |
| 564 | 2009-01-06 06:03:18 | 77.50 | |
| 185 | 2008-12-19 15:40:27 | 75.11 | |
| 101 | 2008-12-18 12:56:42 | 79.37 |