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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 910 | 2015-09-10 15:57:12 | 77.46 | 98% |
| 461 | 2015-08-13 16:29:59 | 65.62 | 93% |
| 292 | 2015-08-10 20:13:13 | 61.15 | 92% |