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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1256 | 2016-03-23 03:07:10 | 111.03 | 94% |
| 894 | 2016-01-12 11:29:27 | 103.33 | 93% |
| 502 | 2013-12-15 18:11:52 | 103.11 | 96% |