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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3093 | 2014-11-30 16:52:37 | 77.03 | 97% |
| 2891 | 2013-12-31 01:13:37 | 77.14 | 96% |
| 1963 | 2013-11-22 22:49:22 | 75.40 | 98% |
| 1841 | 2013-11-21 18:56:19 | 69.27 | 100% |
| 1609 | 2013-11-20 06:55:52 | 71.33 | 98% |