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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1615 | 2016-07-19 21:18:27 | 66.50 | 92% |
| 1532 | 2016-07-17 11:12:08 | 60.80 | 92% |
| 1105 | 2016-07-01 00:33:34 | 65.41 | 96% |