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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1884 | 2009-10-20 09:32:37 | 78.38 | |
| 1649 | 2009-09-23 08:08:32 | 98.56 | |
| 1331 | 2009-09-06 07:35:54 | 74.42 | |
| 1260 | 2009-09-02 07:37:02 | 83.98 | |
| 1092 | 2009-08-24 08:52:00 | 74.91 | |
| 976 | 2009-08-20 09:07:32 | 80.66 | |
| 898 | 2009-08-19 06:26:56 | 74.21 |