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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1191 | 2014-02-12 10:25:49 | 49.79 | 92% |
| 974 | 2014-01-21 10:08:37 | 59.40 | 97% |
| 69 | 2013-11-14 05:44:37 | 37.48 | 94% |