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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2777 | 2010-10-25 10:40:32 | 71.91 | |
| 2451 | 2010-09-03 02:49:13 | 61.57 | |
| 2025 | 2010-06-17 10:23:30 | 70.08 | |
| 1664 | 2010-04-23 12:15:19 | 70.28 | |
| 937 | 2010-01-05 23:19:46 | 59.63 | |
| 762 | 2009-12-02 01:14:40 | 49.47 | |
| 620 | 2009-11-12 10:23:16 | 47.22 | |
| 592 | 2009-11-09 02:14:56 | 50.64 | |
| 579 | 2009-11-06 09:07:49 | 47.31 | |
| 340 | 2009-10-14 09:14:33 | 47.11 | |
| 44 | 2009-09-15 09:03:44 | 38.97 |