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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 722 | 2015-07-14 10:53:46 | 41.53 | 87% |
| 496 | 2014-08-17 07:02:56 | 46.77 | 94% |
| 310 | 2014-07-19 16:34:12 | 42.55 | 94% |
| 151 | 2014-02-15 10:36:08 | 37.61 | 89% |