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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 845 | 2015-07-09 15:27:34 | 62.23 | 92% |
| 514 | 2014-08-28 14:04:39 | 59.83 | 94% |
| 145 | 2014-08-05 12:11:28 | 52.87 | 91% |