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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 829 | 2016-04-21 09:24:17 | 66.69 | 97% |
| 621 | 2016-04-19 01:39:28 | 59.92 | 97% |
| 300 | 2016-04-11 07:09:57 | 58.18 | 96% |