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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 910 | 2015-02-12 18:06:49 | 66.40 | 90% |
| 860 | 2014-12-10 16:08:44 | 59.73 | 92% |
| 786 | 2014-11-30 16:53:19 | 45.74 | 83% |
| 647 | 2014-11-15 09:51:54 | 61.11 | 90% |
| 497 | 2014-09-03 15:54:05 | 49.82 | 91% |