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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3159 | 2010-12-14 10:58:25 | 72.96 | |
| 2405 | 2010-08-25 13:53:15 | 93.09 | |
| 1830 | 2010-08-14 15:43:54 | 73.54 | |
| 1377 | 2010-08-07 20:24:26 | 62.74 | |
| 1277 | 2010-08-07 01:36:38 | 72.52 | |
| 686 | 2010-07-24 15:32:43 | 70.85 | |
| 466 | 2010-07-22 16:11:09 | 50.99 | |
| 381 | 2010-07-21 19:34:07 | 55.12 |