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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1009 | 2010-07-08 04:16:48 | 62.75 | |
| 745 | 2010-07-04 03:20:02 | 60.05 | |
| 730 | 2010-07-04 02:44:24 | 63.92 | |
| 709 | 2010-07-02 10:59:05 | 59.16 | |
| 628 | 2010-06-30 07:30:55 | 55.67 | |
| 270 | 2010-06-20 06:52:20 | 61.18 | |
| 202 | 2010-06-17 06:27:31 | 55.98 |