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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 965 | 2014-11-29 04:24:24 | 67.71 | 92% |
| 938 | 2014-10-17 20:45:14 | 93.67 | 94% |
| 935 | 2014-10-17 20:43:02 | 96.48 | 94% |
| 709 | 2014-03-30 03:42:08 | 83.84 | 94% |