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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 706 | 2015-06-21 22:55:32 | 92.33 | 94% |
| 389 | 2015-05-22 04:37:32 | 83.63 | 92% |
| 310 | 2015-02-11 12:16:49 | 87.63 | 94% |
| 85 | 2014-07-11 13:05:45 | 67.19 | 92% |