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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1339 | 2014-07-06 13:24:07 | 54.25 | 85% |
| 1170 | 2014-06-29 13:35:46 | 52.76 | 88% |
| 999 | 2014-06-20 00:43:09 | 56.20 | 89% |
| 843 | 2014-06-07 01:26:12 | 53.81 | 86% |
| 289 | 2014-04-15 20:51:10 | 48.51 | 88% |
| 105 | 2014-04-01 20:42:38 | 40.92 | 85% |