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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 439 | 2016-02-27 03:54:41 | 73.43 | 97% |
| 263 | 2016-02-22 05:32:54 | 69.94 | 95% |
| 83 | 2015-06-30 10:04:30 | 58.78 | 92% |