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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2008-10-13 18:14:54 | 106.08 | |
| 998 | 2008-10-13 16:38:05 | 106.55 | |
| 885 | 2008-10-09 19:59:45 | 115.63 | |
| 572 | 2008-10-02 11:06:26 | 100.91 | |
| 349 | 2008-10-01 20:02:54 | 91.70 | |
| 192 | 2008-09-30 23:35:59 | 93.88 | |
| 12 | 2008-09-30 17:07:03 | 116.36 |