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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1143 | 2010-01-31 01:16:38 | 91.31 | |
| 1029 | 2009-09-02 02:33:32 | 81.31 | |
| 917 | 2009-06-06 23:17:33 | 78.72 | |
| 796 | 2009-05-17 02:55:32 | 85.63 | |
| 601 | 2008-11-22 23:52:54 | 76.14 | |
| 449 | 2008-11-03 04:12:23 | 71.20 | |
| 216 | 2008-10-21 00:04:22 | 63.73 | |
| 131 | 2008-10-16 02:24:37 | 65.94 | |
| 99 | 2008-10-15 04:27:26 | 56.65 |