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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 551 | 2015-03-25 05:00:43 | 103.48 | 95% |
| 330 | 2015-03-12 08:55:21 | 111.95 | 99% |
| 258 | 2015-03-08 21:01:18 | 92.87 | 94% |