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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2542 | 2010-04-05 02:54:17 | 95.28 | |
| 2503 | 2010-04-04 03:19:32 | 88.58 | |
| 2272 | 2010-03-29 04:21:54 | 85.61 | |
| 1205 | 2010-03-13 16:40:13 | 84.67 | |
| 428 | 2010-03-02 21:37:11 | 81.65 | |
| 299 | 2010-02-14 22:40:44 | 74.21 |