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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2395 | 2014-05-28 14:55:42 | 69.96 | 95% |
| 2338 | 2014-05-24 13:44:38 | 72.33 | 94% |
| 2108 | 2013-11-13 08:15:17 | 69.17 | 96% |