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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1497 | 2015-05-31 23:41:50 | 47.63 | 91% |
| 1095 | 2014-10-20 14:57:46 | 50.14 | 96% |
| 39 | 2014-07-27 22:25:01 | 49.58 | 97% |