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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 473 | 2015-11-17 18:36:02 | 107.42 | 96% |
| 461 | 2015-11-17 18:21:29 | 101.27 | 95% |
| 145 | 2015-11-10 19:01:26 | 102.80 | 96% |