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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 393 | 2015-08-09 10:25:29 | 72.68 | 100% |
| 379 | 2015-08-09 10:09:58 | 60.61 | 94% |
| 96 | 2015-08-05 05:56:09 | 61.55 | 98% |