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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1451 | 2016-09-29 13:37:11 | 49.07 | 95% |
| 1044 | 2015-10-14 20:28:42 | 41.72 | 91% |
| 227 | 2015-09-27 19:03:57 | 39.13 | 95% |