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 |
---|---|---|---|
2684 | 2017-06-15 04:57:04 | 106.21 | 96% |
1603 | 2017-05-11 06:04:44 | 110.30 | 94% |
685 | 2012-08-03 21:17:37 | 84.13 | 89% |
626 | 2012-07-09 04:14:28 | 80.11 | 88% |
539 | 2012-04-05 00:19:09 | 84.66 | 90% |