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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 386 | 2014-03-17 16:46:17 | 133.23 | 95% |
| 288 | 2014-03-15 02:01:03 | 130.21 | 98% |
| 265 | 2014-03-13 20:33:23 | 135.50 | 98% |