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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1074 | 2015-05-01 21:21:22 | 80.09 | 89% |
| 1027 | 2015-04-27 15:42:48 | 80.81 | 94% |
| 1016 | 2015-04-26 19:26:14 | 85.99 | 95% |
| 388 | 2014-12-19 19:16:36 | 58.71 | 89% |
| 38 | 2014-10-16 19:11:08 | 43.97 | 87% |