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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1319 | 2015-09-08 00:36:02 | 114.07 | 98% |
| 958 | 2015-09-04 02:32:50 | 84.55 | 92% |
| 862 | 2014-10-02 18:31:46 | 95.94 | 92% |
| 123 | 2014-09-19 14:02:36 | 86.38 | 91% |
| 91 | 2014-09-19 13:32:30 | 91.86 | 94% |