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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 809 | 2014-09-11 08:43:05 | 80.80 | 96% |
| 703 | 2014-08-26 02:35:46 | 84.30 | 96% |
| 471 | 2014-05-21 03:02:45 | 71.90 | 91% |
| 265 | 2014-04-23 06:37:17 | 76.60 | 94% |
| 114 | 2014-01-21 02:24:24 | 66.98 | 98% |