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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1302 | 2014-05-20 21:46:01 | 66.77 | 90% |
| 907 | 2014-05-16 21:00:42 | 64.06 | 89% |
| 408 | 2014-05-14 18:28:32 | 59.00 | 90% |
| 378 | 2014-05-13 20:38:04 | 71.39 | 93% |
| 288 | 2014-05-12 19:58:15 | 67.45 | 94% |
| 11 | 2014-05-09 00:36:00 | 48.07 | 90% |