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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2585 | 2008-12-31 05:07:45 | 106.32 | |
| 2388 | 2008-12-27 04:57:46 | 109.23 | |
| 1993 | 2008-12-12 23:54:04 | 91.60 | |
| 1873 | 2008-12-12 03:16:22 | 103.55 | |
| 1412 | 2008-12-01 00:49:26 | 112.87 | |
| 1297 | 2008-11-30 02:29:31 | 98.45 | |
| 1294 | 2008-11-30 02:26:22 | 94.35 | |
| 726 | 2008-11-22 06:25:24 | 102.96 | |
| 299 | 2008-11-13 03:37:22 | 93.06 | |
| 237 | 2008-11-13 00:44:49 | 87.78 | |
| 176 | 2008-11-08 03:11:51 | 88.90 |