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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 928 | 2014-12-06 21:30:04 | 69.11 | 95% |
| 886 | 2014-11-13 06:29:42 | 84.00 | 97% |
| 705 | 2014-08-16 22:46:17 | 73.98 | 95% |
| 442 | 2013-09-22 21:10:42 | 62.46 | 93% |