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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 826 | 2014-08-31 13:46:59 | 76.74 | 98% |
| 805 | 2014-08-31 13:02:07 | 71.67 | 94% |
| 795 | 2014-08-30 12:53:47 | 74.23 | 94% |
| 404 | 2014-06-23 08:50:32 | 61.31 | 90% |