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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2248 | 2009-07-15 02:42:51 | 48.75 | |
| 2106 | 2009-07-07 08:29:15 | 47.81 | |
| 2040 | 2009-07-05 09:43:41 | 48.21 | |
| 1981 | 2009-07-03 14:39:25 | 40.89 | |
| 1806 | 2009-06-26 00:56:28 | 45.39 | |
| 1579 | 2009-06-09 02:44:07 | 44.62 | |
| 1234 | 2009-05-07 07:50:39 | 41.75 | |
| 1138 | 2009-05-01 02:31:04 | 39.87 | |
| 882 | 2009-04-09 14:04:19 | 36.95 |