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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 494 | 2014-08-04 04:31:20 | 101.41 | 91% |
| 273 | 2013-04-23 21:57:04 | 109.68 | 93% |
| 72 | 2013-04-02 07:32:08 | 104.93 | 94% |