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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 265 | 2016-08-24 19:40:00 | 119.29 | 93% |
| 177 | 2015-12-26 00:38:45 | 106.13 | 90% |
| 161 | 2015-12-20 16:16:39 | 95.48 | 87% |