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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2751 | 2010-05-20 16:24:52 | 61.89 | |
| 2602 | 2010-05-10 22:57:49 | 62.20 | |
| 2271 | 2010-04-21 15:05:22 | 68.09 | |
| 1782 | 2010-03-27 18:53:01 | 67.26 | |
| 1769 | 2010-03-27 12:45:38 | 63.92 | |
| 1688 | 2010-03-25 00:38:43 | 65.42 | |
| 1571 | 2010-03-21 13:09:22 | 71.92 | |
| 192 | 2009-12-04 13:55:03 | 66.52 |