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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1165 | 2014-10-29 14:02:06 | 69.98 | 94% |
| 625 | 2014-10-05 12:19:11 | 64.83 | 96% |
| 170 | 2014-07-19 05:39:50 | 55.03 | 98% |