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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29 | 2014-10-23 03:17:57 | 104.33 | 97% |
| 10 | 2013-11-27 18:00:32 | 99.30 | 98% |
| 5 | 2013-11-26 19:19:45 | 104.41 | 97% |