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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1056 | 2013-11-23 21:44:42 | 75.25 | 92% |
| 864 | 2013-11-15 19:31:44 | 83.84 | 96% |
| 783 | 2013-11-09 20:27:24 | 78.73 | 94% |
| 757 | 2013-11-09 03:16:45 | 79.40 | 96% |
| 437 | 2013-10-18 04:46:12 | 82.18 | 96% |