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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2558 | 2015-05-01 16:06:47 | 60.97 | 90% |
| 2268 | 2015-04-14 01:39:11 | 61.82 | 92% |
| 1442 | 2015-03-22 22:32:43 | 62.39 | 93% |
| 960 | 2015-03-11 20:58:34 | 69.68 | 96% |