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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1509 | 2010-03-24 10:29:17 | 59.86 | |
| 1192 | 2009-11-02 15:32:10 | 56.47 | |
| 798 | 2009-07-12 07:53:53 | 59.66 | |
| 685 | 2009-06-20 10:51:06 | 58.13 | |
| 367 | 2009-05-31 05:14:56 | 53.70 | |
| 293 | 2009-05-30 20:00:29 | 53.86 | |
| 246 | 2009-05-26 19:49:49 | 52.75 |