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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2168 | 2010-11-20 17:49:45 | 70.06 | |
| 2048 | 2010-11-11 23:14:28 | 68.78 | |
| 1321 | 2008-12-31 15:00:34 | 76.96 | |
| 1118 | 2008-12-07 14:01:24 | 61.36 | |
| 1069 | 2008-12-01 02:29:08 | 62.71 | |
| 934 | 2008-11-22 01:07:43 | 66.33 | |
| 682 | 2008-11-08 12:43:26 | 63.17 | |
| 441 | 2008-10-19 16:10:10 | 56.66 | |
| 416 | 2008-10-17 21:33:53 | 64.37 | |
| 165 | 2008-10-02 01:58:06 | 60.58 | |
| 151 | 2008-09-30 03:30:32 | 47.41 |