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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1252 | 2008-09-18 09:44:38 | 63.19 | |
| 1250 | 2008-09-18 09:42:21 | 60.24 | |
| 1063 | 2008-09-08 08:58:30 | 65.60 | |
| 905 | 2008-09-04 11:11:44 | 58.99 | |
| 866 | 2008-09-04 02:44:24 | 62.11 | |
| 773 | 2008-09-02 02:59:13 | 64.74 | |
| 677 | 2008-08-28 04:46:55 | 59.26 | |
| 567 | 2008-08-24 03:34:05 | 57.85 | |
| 169 | 2008-08-13 11:58:29 | 59.71 | |
| 167 | 2008-08-13 11:55:43 | 54.95 | |
| 144 | 2008-08-13 11:00:18 | 52.15 | |
| 102 | 2008-08-12 12:08:49 | 60.90 |