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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 577 | 2015-12-16 03:16:38 | 65.08 | 91% |
| 568 | 2015-12-13 04:20:17 | 59.74 | 88% |
| 500 | 2015-08-02 22:19:03 | 63.43 | 91% |
| 215 | 2014-04-17 00:58:11 | 59.66 | 91% |