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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 314 | 2014-05-17 17:06:47 | 93.92 | 93% |
| 272 | 2014-05-08 18:16:12 | 93.57 | 96% |
| 159 | 2014-02-20 03:27:37 | 94.28 | 95% |