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 |
---|---|---|---|
3002 | 2013-12-03 13:38:07 | 81.14 | 92% |
1755 | 2012-08-28 09:14:24 | 79.30 | 90% |
1613 | 2012-08-21 16:38:21 | 86.62 | 97% |
1495 | 2012-08-13 08:27:11 | 87.82 | 93% |