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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1992 | 2009-04-21 07:55:09 | 62.15 | |
| 1763 | 2009-03-04 00:35:05 | 57.38 | |
| 1750 | 2009-03-03 22:50:27 | 58.22 | |
| 1703 | 2009-03-03 20:41:21 | 60.99 | |
| 1617 | 2009-02-25 20:50:24 | 56.25 | |
| 1480 | 2009-02-16 22:56:42 | 54.98 | |
| 1311 | 2009-02-10 10:29:50 | 53.65 | |
| 927 | 2009-01-28 07:32:37 | 53.24 | |
| 901 | 2009-01-28 00:26:42 | 51.83 |