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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1023 | 2010-08-02 07:47:32 | 70.27 | |
| 880 | 2009-12-17 10:06:44 | 65.25 | |
| 861 | 2009-12-17 04:51:57 | 69.66 | |
| 819 | 2009-11-15 13:14:36 | 68.21 | |
| 658 | 2009-09-29 10:43:58 | 61.50 | |
| 623 | 2009-09-27 13:45:45 | 50.92 | |
| 595 | 2009-09-21 10:58:00 | 58.03 | |
| 238 | 2009-07-20 12:49:39 | 54.72 |