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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1246 | 2017-07-14 03:41:29 | 63.71 | 96% |
| 469 | 2014-04-19 03:31:43 | 55.51 | 87% |
| 446 | 2014-02-04 05:21:04 | 63.99 | 96% |