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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3647 | 2010-01-22 13:09:49 | 88.83 | |
| 3341 | 2010-01-18 07:10:12 | 86.09 | |
| 2752 | 2010-01-11 17:15:42 | 78.57 | |
| 2598 | 2010-01-10 16:29:54 | 55.91 | |
| 1782 | 2010-01-04 15:18:39 | 92.35 | |
| 1182 | 2009-12-28 17:56:16 | 72.88 | |
| 964 | 2009-12-27 09:24:37 | 86.13 | |
| 611 | 2009-12-23 09:40:46 | 79.11 |