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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 998 | 2015-09-24 20:20:50 | 74.68 | 96% |
| 907 | 2015-09-14 12:21:54 | 73.28 | 92% |
| 324 | 2015-03-07 10:45:27 | 57.71 | 91% |