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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1154 | 2016-06-13 15:00:05 | 67.90 | 95% |
| 1055 | 2016-05-18 22:17:15 | 59.88 | 94% |
| 638 | 2015-12-08 23:48:27 | 59.69 | 93% |