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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 900 | 2014-05-01 04:43:32 | 84.34 | 97% |
| 577 | 2014-02-14 03:19:21 | 74.64 | 95% |
| 73 | 2014-01-12 23:41:17 | 56.45 | 90% |