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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1414 | 2015-05-18 14:09:02 | 53.06 | 86% |
| 1355 | 2015-05-17 12:43:18 | 56.16 | 90% |
| 1180 | 2015-05-15 14:27:50 | 51.39 | 89% |