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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1108 | 2010-03-21 18:21:16 | 133.35 | |
| 965 | 2010-03-18 10:22:19 | 138.37 | |
| 914 | 2010-03-17 11:52:34 | 132.84 | |
| 745 | 2010-03-15 11:12:40 | 126.18 | |
| 591 | 2010-03-14 03:44:03 | 104.58 | |
| 493 | 2010-03-13 09:53:10 | 109.46 | |
| 398 | 2010-03-13 00:19:42 | 127.32 | |
| 238 | 2010-03-12 05:40:19 | 112.47 | |
| 13 | 2010-03-11 12:42:53 | 125.68 |