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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2078 | 2015-11-28 22:01:19 | 70.21 | 96% |
| 828 | 2014-11-17 00:29:40 | 94.46 | 99% |
| 210 | 2014-09-19 00:49:35 | 91.87 | 96% |