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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 460 | 2014-09-24 16:47:47 | 41.86 | 94% |
| 276 | 2014-09-01 12:50:56 | 37.60 | 89% |
| 109 | 2014-08-21 15:05:37 | 32.21 | 88% |