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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2327 | 2010-07-28 10:32:31 | 83.50 | |
| 2248 | 2010-07-27 11:02:48 | 92.59 | |
| 2162 | 2010-07-25 11:45:52 | 80.48 | |
| 1994 | 2010-07-20 12:58:08 | 87.10 | |
| 1583 | 2010-07-15 14:06:37 | 84.37 | |
| 1121 | 2010-07-10 17:42:11 | 83.79 | |
| 380 | 2010-07-05 17:47:54 | 74.37 | |
| 347 | 2010-07-05 17:03:46 | 78.44 | |
| 334 | 2010-07-05 16:43:37 | 91.16 |