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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1485 | 2014-12-23 18:51:54 | 80.30 | 98% |
| 1460 | 2014-12-22 22:40:05 | 68.99 | 91% |
| 1332 | 2014-11-21 19:27:12 | 72.10 | 91% |
| 577 | 2014-04-10 21:12:06 | 68.45 | 96% |