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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1326 | 2015-02-12 21:44:22 | 45.84 | 96% |
| 1227 | 2015-02-10 21:41:30 | 46.84 | 96% |
| 976 | 2015-02-06 01:45:25 | 43.97 | 94% |
| 376 | 2015-01-24 17:28:39 | 43.37 | 94% |