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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2389 | 2015-06-18 23:20:13 | 85.65 | 94% |
| 1740 | 2014-12-26 17:37:44 | 86.40 | 93% |
| 320 | 2014-07-21 19:41:19 | 77.04 | 96% |