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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1467 | 2010-12-06 16:12:02 | 90.96 | |
| 1463 | 2010-12-06 16:01:40 | 99.99 | |
| 1396 | 2010-11-24 10:58:36 | 89.05 | |
| 1360 | 2010-11-23 05:25:31 | 95.52 | |
| 1350 | 2010-11-22 21:31:40 | 81.35 | |
| 1059 | 2010-11-08 04:39:13 | 91.56 | |
| 346 | 2010-09-29 06:42:40 | 91.42 | |
| 257 | 2010-09-28 03:25:00 | 91.04 |