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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4875 | 2009-10-19 20:36:02 | 59.18 | |
| 2530 | 2009-08-04 01:06:11 | 56.42 | |
| 1583 | 2009-07-15 03:51:27 | 52.68 | |
| 1334 | 2009-07-11 05:45:59 | 61.06 | |
| 1185 | 2009-07-08 04:39:23 | 50.97 | |
| 993 | 2009-07-04 04:29:17 | 53.59 | |
| 942 | 2009-07-04 02:26:21 | 56.42 | |
| 856 | 2009-07-02 21:00:31 | 53.19 | |
| 817 | 2009-07-01 16:50:55 | 53.20 | |
| 810 | 2009-07-01 15:18:30 | 51.97 | |
| 756 | 2009-06-30 16:37:09 | 51.10 | |
| 191 | 2009-05-06 02:31:35 | 54.39 | |
| 37 | 2009-04-16 18:24:54 | 47.36 |