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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1003 | 2015-05-12 05:16:12 | 115.01 | 96% |
| 860 | 2015-04-30 19:44:44 | 120.61 | 97% |
| 692 | 2015-04-22 19:42:01 | 111.88 | 96% |