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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1051 | 2016-08-14 01:24:14 | 65.53 | 90% |
| 682 | 2015-08-28 20:25:47 | 72.28 | 93% |
| 63 | 2015-07-14 21:48:01 | 64.15 | 90% |