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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1007 | 2009-10-20 10:28:14 | 65.12 | |
| 838 | 2009-10-01 00:58:52 | 49.71 | |
| 793 | 2009-09-30 03:27:59 | 53.55 | |
| 724 | 2009-09-26 13:50:21 | 57.11 | |
| 669 | 2009-09-26 09:51:31 | 55.74 | |
| 536 | 2009-09-23 11:35:19 | 53.37 | |
| 382 | 2009-09-17 06:58:03 | 45.19 | |
| 18 | 2009-08-24 02:50:24 | 38.92 |