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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 504 | 2015-01-21 07:21:49 | 109.51 | 95% |
| 425 | 2012-11-15 18:35:57 | 91.96 | 90% |
| 424 | 2012-11-15 18:33:31 | 100.28 | 95% |