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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 119 | 2015-08-08 06:32:22 | 46.50 | 92% |
| 117 | 2015-08-08 06:30:01 | 46.81 | 95% |
| 86 | 2015-08-06 08:57:29 | 48.17 | 93% |