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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 960 | 2009-08-30 23:15:38 | 117.67 | |
| 924 | 2009-08-30 13:47:01 | 132.44 | |
| 887 | 2009-08-30 02:57:28 | 113.51 | |
| 857 | 2009-08-29 18:55:05 | 112.28 | |
| 712 | 2009-08-24 21:37:27 | 109.07 | |
| 538 | 2009-08-20 07:27:46 | 117.47 | |
| 524 | 2009-08-19 19:23:28 | 117.70 | |
| 170 | 2009-08-14 18:36:37 | 126.02 |