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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 548 | 2014-12-05 08:30:42 | 92.85 | 97% |
| 501 | 2014-11-14 13:17:23 | 84.39 | 96% |
| 245 | 2014-10-09 13:51:23 | 71.30 | 96% |