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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 662 | 2015-06-06 21:57:24 | 51.29 | 86% |
| 441 | 2015-05-10 20:23:49 | 46.92 | 95% |
| 260 | 2015-04-26 20:32:46 | 48.74 | 94% |