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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 228 | 2014-08-12 00:50:40 | 72.98 | 94% |
| 123 | 2014-07-26 03:19:43 | 83.83 | 97% |
| 98 | 2014-07-25 11:45:20 | 68.34 | 92% |