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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 681 | 2014-07-31 15:33:40 | 73.55 | 88% |
| 501 | 2014-07-22 23:12:42 | 86.02 | 94% |
| 451 | 2014-07-20 16:01:00 | 72.51 | 90% |