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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1565 | 2010-10-01 22:30:13 | 63.48 | |
| 1411 | 2010-09-28 10:02:44 | 71.97 | |
| 1385 | 2010-09-27 18:01:59 | 60.11 | |
| 1187 | 2010-09-20 20:40:16 | 61.06 | |
| 1145 | 2010-09-20 16:07:03 | 63.66 | |
| 983 | 2010-09-09 17:10:56 | 58.32 | |
| 771 | 2010-09-03 12:45:40 | 60.46 | |
| 85 | 2010-08-17 14:10:39 | 55.92 |