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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1013 | 2014-09-19 21:44:17 | 66.22 | 92% |
| 939 | 2014-09-12 04:16:35 | 68.06 | 95% |
| 856 | 2013-02-27 03:30:49 | 65.70 | 92% |