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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1875 | 2014-09-26 05:04:49 | 47.69 | 96% |
| 1697 | 2014-09-18 07:36:05 | 40.11 | 90% |
| 1587 | 2014-08-29 02:24:54 | 49.31 | 97% |
| 1008 | 2014-07-20 02:14:56 | 40.58 | 97% |
| 528 | 2014-06-25 02:13:10 | 32.84 | 95% |