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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 685 | 2014-08-12 09:41:59 | 97.38 | 100% |
| 638 | 2014-05-10 05:17:53 | 85.69 | 99% |
| 486 | 2014-02-13 06:06:25 | 89.76 | 98% |
| 170 | 2013-11-08 13:43:33 | 75.84 | 96% |