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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1072 | 2014-01-15 18:01:09 | 65.20 | 92% |
| 779 | 2013-12-12 00:17:23 | 59.07 | 91% |
| 99 | 2013-11-13 16:20:14 | 59.40 | 90% |