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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 551 | 2015-03-02 09:27:23 | 98.56 | 88% |
| 267 | 2014-11-24 17:42:50 | 128.67 | 100% |
| 44 | 2014-02-20 21:32:44 | 124.92 | 94% |