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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3074 | 2010-09-21 14:48:10 | 42.96 | |
| 2657 | 2010-08-13 03:28:07 | 36.94 | |
| 2306 | 2010-08-06 23:52:06 | 40.66 | |
| 1909 | 2010-07-20 02:58:15 | 36.83 | |
| 1366 | 2010-07-04 22:12:43 | 33.37 | |
| 1159 | 2010-07-01 03:22:00 | 35.21 | |
| 506 | 2010-06-18 22:24:39 | 37.71 | |
| 396 | 2010-06-17 02:11:05 | 34.48 | |
| 66 | 2010-06-05 22:28:57 | 38.15 |