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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 876 | 2016-05-04 09:33:26 | 84.92 | 92% |
| 715 | 2012-12-16 23:45:03 | 96.99 | 95% |
| 563 | 2012-11-05 21:58:09 | 81.85 | 92% |