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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 992 | 2016-06-08 22:07:18 | 48.96 | 90% |
| 952 | 2016-06-05 19:19:30 | 43.73 | 87% |
| 637 | 2016-04-11 21:42:23 | 44.27 | 88% |