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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 459 | 2014-12-15 18:04:51 | 108.06 | 95% |
| 368 | 2014-10-31 16:54:30 | 101.12 | 95% |
| 303 | 2014-10-06 00:47:03 | 84.48 | 88% |
| 80 | 2013-10-04 21:40:23 | 72.62 | 87% |