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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1083 | 2016-11-17 16:56:59 | 41.33 | 92% |
| 923 | 2016-10-05 05:09:33 | 49.44 | 92% |
| 634 | 2016-09-27 03:25:58 | 40.88 | 91% |