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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 933 | 2013-08-26 11:11:15 | 41.37 | 89% |
| 848 | 2013-08-24 15:55:39 | 47.85 | 92% |
| 821 | 2013-08-24 15:16:40 | 42.87 | 90% |
| 400 | 2013-08-17 07:35:08 | 41.04 | 91% |
| 72 | 2013-06-10 19:05:19 | 35.66 | 87% |