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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1561 | 2010-01-21 01:37:56 | 67.75 | |
| 1284 | 2009-07-22 10:06:04 | 71.99 | |
| 712 | 2009-07-04 05:57:41 | 71.62 | |
| 638 | 2009-07-03 15:37:24 | 71.86 | |
| 474 | 2009-06-28 07:02:43 | 54.72 | |
| 468 | 2009-06-28 06:54:39 | 64.42 | |
| 452 | 2009-06-25 16:01:55 | 62.72 | |
| 397 | 2009-04-19 09:37:33 | 58.92 | |
| 333 | 2008-11-22 14:59:34 | 54.67 | |
| 52 | 2008-11-13 13:08:38 | 56.83 |