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 |
---|---|---|---|
618 | 2011-08-19 13:51:07 | 130.60 | 22% |
457 | 2011-07-29 03:57:40 | 122.32 | 22% |
248 | 2011-07-19 15:43:51 | 119.64 | 22% |
227 | 2011-07-15 17:49:13 | 124.17 | 22% |
196 | 2011-07-11 09:50:58 | 122.00 | 21% |
77 | 2011-04-30 11:44:47 | 134.44 | |
36 | 2011-04-22 15:47:58 | 126.70 |