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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2829 | 2009-12-18 13:52:41 | 79.92 | |
| 2451 | 2009-07-20 12:49:17 | 80.54 | |
| 2290 | 2009-07-01 13:17:31 | 63.24 | |
| 1981 | 2009-06-09 17:41:21 | 66.28 | |
| 1796 | 2009-05-26 12:42:03 | 79.07 | |
| 1786 | 2009-05-25 14:18:02 | 75.36 | |
| 1510 | 2009-04-14 16:36:24 | 72.78 | |
| 656 | 2009-02-06 15:23:22 | 63.71 | |
| 31 | 2009-01-14 15:16:45 | 69.77 |