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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 882 | 2015-10-12 19:17:53 | 71.59 | 90% |
| 382 | 2015-09-23 20:48:37 | 76.08 | 92% |
| 68 | 2015-09-16 16:49:40 | 77.44 | 97% |