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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2015-11-11 06:31:59 | 98.91 | 95% |
| 700 | 2015-02-20 23:17:57 | 85.57 | 94% |
| 585 | 2015-01-26 03:18:01 | 67.93 | 85% |