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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 725 | 2017-02-09 13:42:01 | 84.36 | 93% |
| 338 | 2016-02-19 19:36:44 | 77.00 | 95% |
| 237 | 2016-01-31 13:17:34 | 77.59 | 97% |