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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 608 | 2016-02-27 05:29:45 | 133.92 | 94% |
| 586 | 2016-02-27 05:12:08 | 140.63 | 94% |
| 213 | 2016-02-16 05:25:25 | 147.10 | 96% |