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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 876 | 2015-07-24 10:30:59 | 113.83 | 96% |
| 360 | 2015-06-27 22:18:10 | 99.79 | 95% |
| 296 | 2015-06-25 22:30:22 | 105.62 | 96% |
| 161 | 2015-06-16 23:05:55 | 91.08 | 93% |