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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1323 | 2015-02-16 06:56:37 | 105.95 | 94% |
| 735 | 2014-08-24 08:24:39 | 88.42 | 91% |
| 720 | 2014-08-23 04:48:30 | 80.04 | 87% |