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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 718 | 2016-03-15 12:23:08 | 103.63 | 96% |
| 644 | 2016-03-03 14:18:23 | 105.05 | 97% |
| 340 | 2016-01-20 09:38:52 | 94.29 | 93% |