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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 703 | 2015-12-06 20:09:40 | 108.31 | 89% |
| 695 | 2015-12-06 19:58:49 | 133.93 | 95% |
| 673 | 2015-12-06 19:36:17 | 131.52 | 94% |
| 115 | 2013-08-29 06:09:27 | 127.07 | 94% |