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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1644 | 2015-06-15 17:01:26 | 90.46 | 94% |
| 1361 | 2015-05-12 20:48:11 | 89.87 | 96% |
| 529 | 2015-04-21 19:07:36 | 89.07 | 94% |