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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2029 | 2009-09-05 17:37:24 | 72.98 | |
| 2007 | 2009-08-22 19:09:44 | 66.61 | |
| 1893 | 2009-08-02 15:43:55 | 64.88 | |
| 1873 | 2009-07-31 17:02:18 | 65.87 | |
| 1284 | 2009-06-11 01:49:43 | 62.52 | |
| 1213 | 2009-06-09 21:44:51 | 72.23 | |
| 1176 | 2009-06-09 17:53:41 | 71.51 | |
| 858 | 2009-05-27 11:41:18 | 68.50 | |
| 446 | 2009-04-22 16:18:17 | 50.90 |