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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1057 | 2015-08-18 18:14:32 | 53.50 | 92% |
| 913 | 2015-07-29 16:12:49 | 49.43 | 97% |
| 343 | 2015-02-15 03:51:58 | 44.32 | 95% |
| 82 | 2015-02-11 11:40:19 | 53.42 | 94% |
| 22 | 2015-02-10 14:49:51 | 52.54 | 96% |