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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1495 | 2017-05-31 05:45:46 | 52.17 | 94% |
| 593 | 2014-08-21 15:48:30 | 40.26 | 96% |
| 562 | 2014-03-26 04:40:51 | 51.27 | 96% |
| 560 | 2014-03-26 04:37:32 | 50.43 | 98% |