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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 742 | 2013-11-12 16:44:39 | 80.81 | 93% |
| 662 | 2013-11-09 08:09:00 | 73.64 | 94% |
| 531 | 2013-11-01 13:27:21 | 79.39 | 95% |
| 483 | 2013-10-31 13:11:46 | 66.44 | 90% |
| 333 | 2013-10-28 17:12:06 | 65.89 | 90% |