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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1906 | 2015-07-21 17:29:24 | 62.11 | 88% |
| 1893 | 2015-07-20 18:30:03 | 64.71 | 88% |
| 1599 | 2015-04-27 14:04:59 | 64.14 | 88% |
| 1028 | 2015-01-16 16:17:44 | 64.40 | 88% |
| 618 | 2014-11-17 16:34:01 | 55.37 | 88% |