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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 888 | 2013-09-26 07:23:45 | 64.47 | 87% |
| 731 | 2013-09-23 11:27:24 | 80.28 | 94% |
| 317 | 2013-09-10 12:19:21 | 85.91 | 96% |
| 208 | 2013-09-09 10:59:39 | 80.27 | 96% |