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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 874 | 2014-07-25 02:06:41 | 62.52 | 94% |
| 746 | 2014-07-22 10:57:37 | 59.61 | 94% |
| 406 | 2014-07-01 14:41:21 | 57.07 | 93% |
| 239 | 2014-06-02 02:37:27 | 53.36 | 94% |