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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 104 | 2016-01-24 17:56:15 | 96.50 | 98% |
| 97 | 2016-01-24 15:13:19 | 94.98 | 94% |
| 68 | 2016-01-21 14:20:54 | 79.11 | 91% |