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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 216 | 2014-05-26 14:36:53 | 77.13 | 97% |
| 202 | 2014-05-26 12:16:50 | 76.72 | 98% |
| 62 | 2014-05-22 20:59:24 | 65.12 | 96% |