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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2675 | 2010-07-28 11:43:31 | 71.62 | |
| 2613 | 2010-07-14 13:13:57 | 55.03 | |
| 2265 | 2010-03-23 15:07:13 | 46.20 | |
| 1530 | 2009-10-11 07:11:08 | 46.86 | |
| 1440 | 2009-10-05 08:02:29 | 48.49 | |
| 1349 | 2009-09-27 07:17:53 | 49.18 | |
| 1278 | 2009-09-26 08:45:21 | 47.41 | |
| 537 | 2009-09-05 01:03:51 | 43.17 |