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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 990 | 2015-10-13 20:34:46 | 69.17 | 89% |
| 834 | 2015-10-10 22:14:14 | 69.93 | 91% |
| 297 | 2015-09-26 20:46:29 | 63.87 | 89% |