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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 719 | 2016-08-09 12:52:08 | 57.24 | 90% |
| 689 | 2016-08-04 20:44:30 | 57.55 | 92% |
| 214 | 2016-07-08 15:21:34 | 46.56 | 88% |