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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 834 | 2014-09-30 21:53:41 | 73.33 | 98% |
| 709 | 2014-09-16 13:00:02 | 64.22 | 96% |
| 338 | 2014-08-02 02:15:26 | 56.69 | 97% |