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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 414 | 2015-11-30 08:29:23 | 60.65 | 94% |
| 342 | 2015-06-27 10:16:00 | 55.36 | 92% |
| 285 | 2015-02-21 09:44:07 | 51.20 | 90% |
| 165 | 2014-12-16 05:25:07 | 52.33 | 92% |