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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1084 | 2010-09-21 05:15:15 | 54.64 | |
| 1022 | 2010-07-28 00:12:27 | 53.81 | |
| 614 | 2010-05-18 06:53:34 | 51.25 | |
| 601 | 2010-05-17 04:25:52 | 49.00 | |
| 396 | 2010-04-25 06:55:33 | 42.19 | |
| 350 | 2010-04-20 08:03:40 | 40.98 | |
| 223 | 2010-04-12 16:51:06 | 34.07 | |
| 147 | 2010-04-06 01:48:40 | 33.94 | |
| 68 | 2010-03-31 19:14:33 | 27.45 |