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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2335 | 2013-12-26 15:28:56 | 115.03 | 95% |
| 1622 | 2013-12-17 00:17:07 | 107.47 | 94% |
| 874 | 2013-12-06 18:54:59 | 109.36 | 94% |
| 795 | 2013-12-06 00:00:47 | 116.97 | 99% |
| 607 | 2013-12-04 15:55:19 | 107.22 | 94% |
| 505 | 2013-12-04 13:33:00 | 101.08 | 92% |