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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1018 | 2014-01-10 05:36:59 | 51.80 | 96% |
| 919 | 2014-01-03 08:29:21 | 46.50 | 90% |
| 725 | 2013-12-27 05:08:31 | 42.92 | 90% |
| 459 | 2013-12-18 05:50:08 | 45.44 | 92% |
| 72 | 2013-11-26 17:33:58 | 28.78 | 84% |