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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3317 | 2010-05-31 12:35:11 | 52.31 | |
| 3107 | 2010-05-24 17:36:52 | 58.49 | |
| 2992 | 2010-05-20 23:47:05 | 49.22 | |
| 2800 | 2010-05-14 22:36:35 | 49.20 | |
| 2198 | 2010-04-28 16:33:24 | 53.31 | |
| 2007 | 2010-04-21 17:08:32 | 48.19 | |
| 1761 | 2010-04-02 20:26:31 | 50.73 | |
| 1702 | 2010-04-01 01:28:41 | 50.08 | |
| 1179 | 2010-02-13 00:50:01 | 52.50 | |
| 1028 | 2010-01-06 01:44:01 | 57.68 | |
| 991 | 2010-01-03 18:38:58 | 56.52 | |
| 742 | 2009-12-06 21:01:22 | 48.57 |