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 |
---|---|---|---|
1442 | 2016-10-10 01:22:54 | 119.65 | 94% |
1203 | 2015-11-28 08:22:01 | 104.77 | 88% |
843 | 2014-08-29 13:46:31 | 107.47 | 93% |
831 | 2014-08-25 09:16:43 | 114.77 | 95% |