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 |
---|---|---|---|
1265 | 2013-11-02 10:34:35 | 75.58 | 96% |
1156 | 2013-10-31 11:15:32 | 80.90 | 98% |
1151 | 2013-10-31 10:14:13 | 77.19 | 96% |
484 | 2013-09-20 09:31:00 | 71.46 | 97% |
221 | 2013-09-17 00:35:01 | 61.93 | 96% |