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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 593 | 2014-12-26 18:11:45 | 95.65 | 88% |
| 330 | 2014-07-11 07:38:50 | 115.45 | 94% |
| 312 | 2014-07-11 03:09:46 | 135.25 | 99% |
| 192 | 2014-03-21 02:29:58 | 114.99 | 94% |
| 140 | 2014-03-20 20:00:46 | 123.15 | 96% |