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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1036 | 2009-04-24 04:14:25 | 87.05 | |
| 897 | 2009-04-22 03:57:23 | 112.75 | |
| 852 | 2009-04-20 07:06:46 | 133.76 | |
| 668 | 2009-04-12 07:26:40 | 116.01 | |
| 459 | 2009-04-08 09:21:30 | 108.44 | |
| 423 | 2009-04-08 07:32:35 | 122.81 | |
| 310 | 2009-04-05 04:41:31 | 116.55 | |
| 219 | 2009-04-04 17:07:52 | 125.91 | |
| 56 | 2009-04-03 16:37:35 | 102.76 |