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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1785 | 2016-05-03 07:56:12 | 76.37 | 89% |
| 1692 | 2016-04-15 09:19:23 | 83.31 | 94% |
| 1595 | 2016-04-04 09:24:28 | 73.60 | 91% |