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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4149 | 2010-10-01 04:33:43 | 74.41 | |
| 3912 | 2010-09-18 09:04:56 | 77.65 | |
| 3856 | 2010-09-16 14:43:48 | 75.76 | |
| 3472 | 2010-06-15 02:17:17 | 78.74 | |
| 3278 | 2010-06-10 06:52:29 | 71.27 | |
| 3034 | 2010-06-07 00:52:46 | 61.21 | |
| 1406 | 2010-04-24 15:38:41 | 66.90 | |
| 864 | 2010-04-11 09:47:29 | 56.36 |