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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2075 | 2015-06-02 09:09:00 | 67.36 | 96% |
| 2012 | 2014-08-23 13:43:56 | 60.27 | 94% |
| 388 | 2013-02-02 07:34:00 | 58.10 | 94% |