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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3024 | 2015-12-22 11:43:55 | 51.31 | 94% |
| 2861 | 2015-12-11 12:21:23 | 52.46 | 96% |
| 1041 | 2015-08-03 08:56:01 | 48.63 | 95% |
| 51 | 2014-12-06 07:13:35 | 32.04 | 94% |