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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1244 | 2009-09-05 11:13:48 | 62.95 | |
| 1163 | 2009-08-07 07:53:22 | 58.02 | |
| 1017 | 2009-07-28 04:44:58 | 62.62 | |
| 734 | 2009-07-17 09:41:10 | 44.33 | |
| 618 | 2009-07-09 10:26:42 | 48.32 | |
| 555 | 2009-07-08 10:31:13 | 55.53 | |
| 369 | 2009-06-04 07:54:35 | 46.20 | |
| 177 | 2009-04-14 04:41:22 | 41.29 | |
| 46 | 2009-03-14 08:08:33 | 36.88 |