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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1153 | 2015-05-14 14:36:22 | 53.44 | 93% |
| 1057 | 2015-05-08 14:31:40 | 55.89 | 96% |
| 893 | 2015-05-02 15:13:03 | 56.19 | 94% |