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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2872 | 2010-08-27 12:12:01 | 47.79 | |
| 2771 | 2010-08-20 12:02:35 | 47.29 | |
| 2378 | 2010-07-19 14:44:44 | 44.79 | |
| 2068 | 2010-06-21 15:48:08 | 46.20 | |
| 1053 | 2010-04-09 13:41:27 | 42.98 | |
| 911 | 2010-04-02 12:15:13 | 43.67 | |
| 682 | 2010-03-23 16:20:32 | 42.44 | |
| 466 | 2010-03-11 13:45:50 | 40.64 |