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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1245 | 2014-10-02 08:23:30 | 73.06 | 94% |
| 1078 | 2014-09-07 03:37:38 | 87.76 | 96% |
| 225 | 2014-08-11 00:02:26 | 67.61 | 94% |