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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1147 | 2016-02-23 01:03:45 | 75.20 | 92% |
| 963 | 2016-01-30 21:04:31 | 86.83 | 97% |
| 492 | 2015-05-11 00:18:50 | 63.20 | 89% |