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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 983 | 2015-06-30 10:04:28 | 61.01 | 96% |
| 403 | 2015-06-11 03:07:30 | 57.95 | 97% |
| 148 | 2015-04-16 01:08:15 | 52.89 | 94% |