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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2489 | 2010-08-05 17:21:59 | 52.69 | |
| 2251 | 2010-04-30 14:30:32 | 60.79 | |
| 2082 | 2010-04-10 07:19:02 | 56.72 | |
| 1640 | 2010-02-18 14:08:13 | 45.69 | |
| 1563 | 2010-02-12 23:08:32 | 40.51 | |
| 1161 | 2010-01-25 14:43:14 | 46.30 | |
| 878 | 2010-01-01 13:43:49 | 47.25 | |
| 502 | 2009-12-19 05:45:10 | 34.92 | |
| 408 | 2009-12-16 18:01:19 | 31.23 |