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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 997 | 2014-12-28 17:24:24 | 78.67 | 97% |
| 989 | 2014-12-22 11:29:35 | 70.22 | 94% |
| 806 | 2014-12-15 19:29:25 | 65.68 | 94% |
| 613 | 2014-09-10 19:04:01 | 74.97 | 98% |
| 358 | 2013-12-28 19:45:31 | 61.59 | 96% |
| 77 | 2013-06-30 14:50:47 | 51.48 | 92% |