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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 398 | 2015-04-11 09:34:01 | 49.39 | 94% |
| 193 | 2015-03-24 14:51:31 | 48.51 | 96% |
| 112 | 2015-03-17 14:30:08 | 47.50 | 94% |