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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1313 | 2015-04-08 13:22:21 | 89.83 | 94% |
| 1055 | 2015-04-06 14:02:22 | 90.56 | 96% |
| 561 | 2015-04-02 04:35:16 | 93.02 | 96% |