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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 409 | 2014-01-06 13:38:55 | 46.14 | 97% |
| 281 | 2013-12-26 10:03:43 | 39.87 | 99% |
| 114 | 2013-12-23 11:21:24 | 34.12 | 97% |