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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3304 | 2014-11-30 02:01:18 | 78.86 | 96% |
| 3190 | 2014-11-16 04:23:34 | 74.26 | 96% |
| 854 | 2014-04-08 21:58:59 | 58.80 | 92% |
| 186 | 2014-03-05 00:31:18 | 56.09 | 93% |