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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2740 | 2010-11-29 23:35:08 | 102.69 | |
| 2595 | 2010-11-07 08:43:58 | 89.94 | |
| 2208 | 2010-10-25 04:22:07 | 104.39 | |
| 2159 | 2010-10-23 20:39:25 | 105.23 | |
| 2082 | 2010-10-21 22:50:07 | 95.77 | |
| 1834 | 2010-10-14 23:04:41 | 97.00 | |
| 1501 | 2010-10-06 04:54:15 | 95.97 | |
| 589 | 2010-09-19 22:07:16 | 88.35 | |
| 407 | 2010-09-16 17:25:11 | 98.45 |