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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1370 | 2009-05-15 13:34:28 | 99.16 | |
| 1278 | 2009-05-12 12:41:34 | 113.55 | |
| 910 | 2009-04-14 12:47:51 | 104.16 | |
| 522 | 2009-03-16 12:28:41 | 110.72 | |
| 360 | 2009-03-04 13:45:12 | 107.51 | |
| 272 | 2009-03-02 12:57:01 | 101.72 | |
| 236 | 2009-02-27 13:17:35 | 112.13 | |
| 189 | 2009-02-23 14:05:01 | 100.22 | |
| 39 | 2009-02-13 13:27:19 | 109.66 | |
| 31 | 2009-02-13 13:17:37 | 120.28 |