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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 664 | 2014-05-16 14:56:38 | 53.64 | 86% |
| 652 | 2014-05-15 07:57:16 | 51.73 | 89% |
| 397 | 2014-02-08 13:15:28 | 56.45 | 93% |