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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2890 | 2010-07-29 02:58:22 | 65.63 | |
| 2539 | 2010-05-18 01:52:41 | 67.36 | |
| 2308 | 2009-12-12 14:56:56 | 65.11 | |
| 2103 | 2009-12-01 08:46:02 | 66.99 | |
| 1974 | 2009-11-26 02:46:58 | 61.39 | |
| 575 | 2009-10-02 14:50:10 | 53.71 | |
| 477 | 2009-09-29 05:54:49 | 55.12 | |
| 436 | 2009-09-29 03:51:24 | 51.28 | |
| 397 | 2009-09-28 13:03:53 | 50.61 | |
| 274 | 2009-09-25 07:12:09 | 50.24 | |
| 99 | 2009-09-17 06:58:03 | 45.12 | |
| 69 | 2009-09-17 02:14:19 | 49.75 |