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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4122 | 2009-07-04 14:50:05 | 59.13 | |
| 4096 | 2009-07-04 11:05:41 | 54.87 | |
| 3883 | 2009-06-21 12:31:09 | 53.07 | |
| 2842 | 2009-04-21 19:30:24 | 56.23 | |
| 2741 | 2009-04-04 19:24:45 | 55.76 | |
| 2569 | 2009-03-25 12:57:06 | 54.19 | |
| 2137 | 2009-02-27 21:04:47 | 49.38 | |
| 2048 | 2009-02-25 19:27:07 | 55.47 | |
| 1716 | 2009-02-19 21:10:56 | 43.13 | |
| 1466 | 2009-02-12 19:39:42 | 52.63 | |
| 1138 | 2009-01-21 21:00:04 | 50.25 | |
| 962 | 2009-01-17 18:24:16 | 54.91 | |
| 654 | 2009-01-04 13:33:14 | 47.25 | |
| 493 | 2009-01-03 12:43:14 | 51.34 |