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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1022 | 2016-08-09 23:40:36 | 49.73 | 87% |
| 335 | 2016-06-30 14:25:46 | 40.42 | 92% |
| 190 | 2014-10-29 13:41:44 | 28.76 | 90% |