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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 840 | 2015-05-12 17:07:46 | 80.08 | 99% |
| 788 | 2015-05-10 14:54:53 | 81.67 | 96% |
| 430 | 2015-05-02 13:42:24 | 75.39 | 98% |