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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 820 | 2015-02-05 00:51:31 | 84.44 | 94% |
| 542 | 2015-01-14 18:43:53 | 68.94 | 92% |
| 436 | 2015-01-04 01:50:46 | 63.27 | 95% |
| 33 | 2014-12-22 00:19:04 | 30.82 | 86% |