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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2344 | 2010-07-08 06:21:52 | 109.59 | |
| 2073 | 2009-12-19 19:03:39 | 97.75 | |
| 1509 | 2009-12-10 06:37:20 | 106.36 | |
| 1350 | 2009-12-09 08:20:55 | 99.78 | |
| 1107 | 2009-12-06 08:11:40 | 88.14 | |
| 809 | 2009-12-01 23:34:34 | 97.62 | |
| 189 | 2009-11-22 05:03:14 | 100.36 |