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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 354 | 2015-05-10 12:11:10 | 91.05 | 94% |
| 266 | 2014-10-26 12:16:08 | 90.60 | 96% |
| 193 | 2014-10-12 05:08:17 | 94.20 | 96% |