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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1415 | 2014-01-11 16:48:23 | 68.13 | 94% |
| 456 | 2013-12-09 15:07:40 | 68.28 | 94% |
| 369 | 2013-12-02 14:11:36 | 66.57 | 95% |
| 364 | 2013-12-01 09:57:37 | 54.99 | 90% |
| 351 | 2013-12-01 09:32:16 | 66.33 | 95% |