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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1172 | 2014-01-08 14:04:27 | 44.86 | 95% |
| 856 | 2013-11-01 10:13:44 | 50.91 | 98% |
| 346 | 2013-08-11 06:43:30 | 49.95 | 97% |