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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1809 | 2010-10-29 16:21:25 | 96.72 | |
| 1318 | 2010-07-30 16:16:47 | 91.39 | |
| 1052 | 2010-06-28 16:45:31 | 83.95 | |
| 1031 | 2010-06-24 17:14:42 | 83.52 | |
| 880 | 2010-06-01 20:06:35 | 69.84 | |
| 431 | 2010-05-13 16:10:25 | 104.71 | |
| 343 | 2010-05-06 20:17:07 | 74.17 | |
| 253 | 2010-05-03 18:01:23 | 56.81 | |
| 71 | 2010-04-22 20:16:36 | 72.62 |