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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 622 | 2014-06-30 17:34:32 | 59.71 | 88% |
| 619 | 2014-06-27 17:49:02 | 68.87 | 94% |
| 351 | 2014-01-20 07:12:23 | 57.71 | 91% |