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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2111 | 2015-11-09 21:10:56 | 90.04 | 94% |
| 1860 | 2015-04-28 17:16:52 | 100.10 | 97% |
| 335 | 2010-09-27 19:46:57 | 60.75 |