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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 227 | 2016-12-14 01:16:36 | 131.16 | 98% |
| 160 | 2016-11-25 05:46:08 | 131.22 | 98% |
| 73 | 2016-11-23 21:02:48 | 122.05 | 96% |
| 60 | 2016-11-23 20:35:44 | 118.17 | 95% |
| 43 | 2016-11-23 00:15:46 | 133.42 | 100% |