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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 510 | 2014-04-24 18:31:14 | 44.59 | 84% |
| 197 | 2013-12-22 23:51:39 | 50.18 | 91% |
| 109 | 2013-12-16 03:42:41 | 44.39 | 90% |