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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 573 | 2014-07-30 23:06:27 | 116.84 | 98% |
| 501 | 2014-07-29 23:44:22 | 108.31 | 95% |
| 454 | 2014-07-26 23:53:54 | 119.24 | 98% |
| 421 | 2014-07-25 18:16:56 | 111.93 | 96% |
| 410 | 2014-07-24 18:41:54 | 104.58 | 96% |
| 273 | 2014-07-16 19:42:40 | 104.26 | 96% |
| 172 | 2014-07-14 20:26:42 | 106.55 | 98% |
| 39 | 2014-07-11 18:12:34 | 87.54 | 92% |