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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2119 | 2009-10-23 16:28:01 | 68.36 | |
| 2078 | 2009-10-21 16:43:03 | 66.87 | |
| 2001 | 2009-10-15 06:26:12 | 71.82 | |
| 1727 | 2009-10-03 17:47:02 | 59.95 | |
| 1226 | 2009-09-22 16:32:45 | 69.76 | |
| 1094 | 2009-09-19 08:04:23 | 68.47 | |
| 627 | 2009-09-07 08:54:11 | 66.80 | |
| 565 | 2009-08-29 17:03:33 | 44.81 | |
| 292 | 2009-08-21 17:48:11 | 48.60 | |
| 170 | 2009-08-16 04:07:38 | 52.14 | |
| 119 | 2009-08-13 15:53:22 | 51.71 |