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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1429 | 2016-09-21 17:12:15 | 81.18 | 96% |
| 1149 | 2016-09-01 23:23:33 | 69.84 | 94% |
| 532 | 2016-07-22 15:35:25 | 63.86 | 88% |