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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3932 | 2011-01-08 06:25:29 | 92.75 | |
| 3326 | 2010-09-09 07:03:41 | 89.50 | |
| 1700 | 2010-07-19 11:11:33 | 87.91 | |
| 1578 | 2010-07-17 10:17:54 | 88.63 | |
| 1546 | 2010-07-16 10:39:23 | 86.27 | |
| 1523 | 2010-07-16 05:00:31 | 86.39 | |
| 1206 | 2010-07-06 07:57:36 | 83.76 | |
| 1184 | 2010-07-02 15:14:41 | 75.71 | |
| 986 | 2010-06-26 12:41:57 | 79.83 |