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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4576 | 2010-11-21 08:04:49 | 108.56 | |
| 4310 | 2010-07-31 05:45:56 | 87.62 | |
| 3701 | 2010-07-14 16:19:02 | 81.47 | |
| 2056 | 2010-06-21 09:34:39 | 86.23 | |
| 1887 | 2010-06-17 08:36:40 | 79.20 | |
| 1000 | 2010-05-17 06:55:13 | 75.93 | |
| 629 | 2010-04-05 03:55:24 | 79.69 | |
| 468 | 2010-01-05 02:36:23 | 73.43 | |
| 444 | 2009-12-26 17:23:44 | 70.08 | |
| 257 | 2009-12-17 04:33:15 | 63.51 |