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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1937 | 2009-08-13 12:37:46 | 80.77 | |
| 1876 | 2009-08-11 18:11:50 | 91.33 | |
| 1526 | 2009-07-30 11:58:51 | 85.87 | |
| 1366 | 2009-07-26 22:08:34 | 71.19 | |
| 1165 | 2009-07-21 17:45:12 | 70.60 | |
| 1111 | 2009-07-20 18:28:18 | 81.45 | |
| 745 | 2009-07-05 12:20:05 | 76.97 | |
| 721 | 2009-07-04 13:01:40 | 79.38 | |
| 371 | 2009-06-20 18:42:14 | 80.75 |