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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1038 | 2016-06-20 05:04:45 | 76.41 | 96% |
| 739 | 2016-06-16 21:05:08 | 67.24 | 92% |
| 648 | 2016-01-22 00:14:17 | 71.79 | 93% |