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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 948 | 2014-11-13 06:19:26 | 126.42 | 98% |
| 743 | 2014-10-26 23:23:27 | 116.71 | 96% |
| 335 | 2013-12-06 17:55:39 | 99.35 | 94% |