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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2360 | 2009-12-23 16:31:13 | 128.35 | |
| 2325 | 2009-12-13 16:48:32 | 116.27 | |
| 2314 | 2009-12-13 03:14:28 | 131.87 | |
| 1623 | 2009-05-04 17:06:23 | 112.76 | |
| 1502 | 2009-04-27 22:39:34 | 136.03 | |
| 1296 | 2009-04-12 18:00:45 | 122.10 | |
| 1278 | 2009-04-12 15:39:03 | 136.30 | |
| 1152 | 2009-04-05 21:02:23 | 116.31 | |
| 891 | 2009-03-28 15:52:27 | 119.88 | |
| 812 | 2009-03-21 17:15:00 | 113.89 | |
| 717 | 2009-03-19 00:43:26 | 120.41 | |
| 532 | 2009-03-06 00:06:07 | 125.73 | |
| 488 | 2009-03-03 03:23:49 | 109.66 | |
| 372 | 2009-02-22 01:52:56 | 123.85 |