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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 246 | 2016-05-15 20:10:28 | 108.09 | 96% |
| 145 | 2016-05-11 01:42:19 | 79.02 | 85% |
| 68 | 2016-05-09 05:03:50 | 94.66 | 91% |