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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1468 | 2015-05-19 13:07:58 | 39.48 | 96% |
| 813 | 2015-04-19 12:43:28 | 40.83 | 97% |
| 508 | 2015-04-14 12:50:45 | 39.33 | 96% |