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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1565 | 2015-11-16 02:33:02 | 66.33 | 89% |
| 1438 | 2015-11-10 21:56:25 | 67.55 | 94% |
| 276 | 2015-10-06 08:47:20 | 68.75 | 93% |