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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2426 | 2015-10-12 19:17:46 | 83.15 | 94% |
| 1873 | 2015-04-25 22:40:34 | 84.20 | 97% |
| 1674 | 2015-04-17 00:58:26 | 70.73 | 93% |
| 1285 | 2015-04-10 18:14:55 | 73.09 | 97% |
| 640 | 2015-03-18 14:27:47 | 61.16 | 98% |