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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 361 | 2014-10-04 13:50:51 | 36.17 | 95% |
| 319 | 2014-08-24 06:46:32 | 58.84 | 97% |
| 299 | 2014-05-22 15:14:45 | 54.93 | 96% |
| 242 | 2014-04-18 14:09:49 | 55.21 | 96% |
| 223 | 2014-02-25 11:59:57 | 35.82 | 80% |