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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1549 | 2010-01-15 01:28:07 | 76.20 | |
| 1168 | 2009-11-25 17:49:19 | 77.82 | |
| 1140 | 2009-11-25 16:48:36 | 81.74 | |
| 1007 | 2009-11-23 19:24:24 | 77.68 | |
| 816 | 2009-11-21 20:30:44 | 72.55 | |
| 715 | 2009-11-21 00:13:34 | 75.37 | |
| 649 | 2009-11-20 21:25:41 | 73.86 | |
| 557 | 2009-11-20 16:09:40 | 74.26 | |
| 401 | 2009-11-19 23:23:04 | 80.03 | |
| 281 | 2009-11-19 18:41:25 | 72.60 | |
| 12 | 2009-11-19 00:16:48 | 68.40 |