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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2016-12-26 15:19:58 | 49.09 | 86% |
| 400 | 2016-02-27 15:09:23 | 45.21 | 96% |
| 131 | 2015-12-25 00:30:09 | 36.71 | 94% |