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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 853 | 2014-04-17 21:18:49 | 37.93 | 97% |
| 750 | 2014-04-13 15:26:02 | 69.08 | 95% |
| 413 | 2014-03-18 14:54:15 | 63.55 | 95% |
| 259 | 2013-09-30 12:07:11 | 56.54 | 93% |