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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 987 | 2015-03-06 16:44:04 | 77.48 | 96% |
| 767 | 2014-12-10 23:53:46 | 69.06 | 95% |
| 616 | 2014-11-02 06:10:12 | 68.29 | 91% |
| 151 | 2014-05-03 06:44:34 | 70.51 | 95% |