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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1047 | 2015-01-13 18:04:59 | 59.06 | 94% |
| 699 | 2014-12-04 18:36:00 | 49.49 | 90% |
| 344 | 2014-11-22 21:47:30 | 45.99 | 91% |