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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 687 | 2014-09-23 13:51:50 | 79.52 | 96% |
| 634 | 2014-09-18 03:23:07 | 70.84 | 95% |
| 503 | 2014-09-09 07:03:04 | 78.62 | 97% |