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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1142 | 2009-07-06 10:08:47 | 55.47 | |
| 1136 | 2009-07-06 09:50:50 | 56.12 | |
| 1028 | 2009-06-27 10:21:38 | 49.79 | |
| 1007 | 2009-06-25 15:49:53 | 51.69 | |
| 997 | 2009-06-25 15:34:43 | 51.66 | |
| 768 | 2009-06-06 15:05:49 | 45.51 | |
| 755 | 2009-06-03 03:48:30 | 46.78 | |
| 264 | 2009-04-08 06:58:43 | 41.21 | |
| 100 | 2009-04-01 16:03:29 | 43.26 | |
| 49 | 2009-03-14 16:23:16 | 36.92 |