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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 191 | 2014-12-28 09:14:52 | 126.57 | 92% |
| 95 | 2014-08-02 02:39:37 | 129.28 | 94% |
| 19 | 2014-07-19 04:58:31 | 126.28 | 93% |