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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1720 | 2016-11-24 11:42:41 | 64.75 | 95% |
| 787 | 2016-09-12 11:07:44 | 55.49 | 94% |
| 640 | 2016-09-08 13:59:06 | 53.79 | 96% |