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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 589 | 2013-12-14 18:00:42 | 77.87 | 95% |
| 522 | 2013-12-12 13:01:52 | 72.64 | 94% |
| 468 | 2013-12-10 20:43:32 | 72.47 | 93% |
| 323 | 2013-12-06 02:11:20 | 68.42 | 95% |
| 193 | 2013-11-28 13:30:45 | 57.23 | 88% |
| 15 | 2013-11-20 08:58:10 | 59.64 | 93% |