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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1526 | 2014-04-28 12:44:57 | 124.64 | 95% |
| 1181 | 2014-04-20 10:05:42 | 110.35 | 89% |
| 902 | 2014-04-07 14:38:01 | 114.06 | 95% |
| 179 | 2014-03-25 11:15:28 | 100.66 | 90% |
| 12 | 2014-03-04 05:41:08 | 115.23 | 96% |