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 |
---|---|---|---|
1741 | 2017-11-29 15:28:07 | 124.47 | 98% |
1631 | 2017-10-02 22:21:39 | 121.97 | 99% |
594 | 2014-12-21 02:01:35 | 109.65 | 91% |
584 | 2014-12-21 01:25:36 | 108.04 | 89% |
516 | 2014-11-01 06:36:27 | 91.20 | 89% |