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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 810 | 2010-05-30 08:17:01 | 116.42 | |
| 510 | 2010-05-27 09:23:07 | 134.53 | |
| 340 | 2010-05-23 11:02:55 | 120.11 | |
| 289 | 2010-05-22 04:54:45 | 135.06 | |
| 248 | 2010-05-21 10:54:17 | 125.06 | |
| 184 | 2010-05-16 03:06:54 | 114.91 | |
| 159 | 2010-05-15 01:26:01 | 115.21 |