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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 308 | 2016-05-05 15:41:34 | 82.94 | 94% |
| 300 | 2016-05-05 15:25:53 | 80.80 | 91% |
| 85 | 2016-04-20 08:36:07 | 97.51 | 95% |