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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1316 | 2010-11-04 20:51:58 | 59.52 | |
| 1189 | 2010-10-22 21:05:44 | 60.70 | |
| 746 | 2010-09-27 21:26:04 | 51.20 | |
| 454 | 2010-08-26 21:32:30 | 58.31 | |
| 168 | 2010-07-28 21:17:11 | 49.23 | |
| 108 | 2010-07-22 18:03:01 | 67.62 | |
| 88 | 2010-07-21 21:20:12 | 53.99 | |
| 30 | 2010-07-17 11:35:49 | 49.32 |