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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 962 | 2015-09-15 21:10:51 | 53.66 | 91% |
| 768 | 2015-07-14 20:54:13 | 53.79 | 96% |
| 692 | 2015-07-01 15:19:10 | 50.85 | 92% |
| 552 | 2014-05-24 03:25:57 | 53.10 | 90% |