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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 885 | 2016-06-25 19:02:38 | 100.77 | 89% |
| 706 | 2016-06-21 21:49:37 | 110.74 | 94% |
| 365 | 2016-06-08 22:35:49 | 99.95 | 92% |
| 146 | 2010-10-29 02:49:00 | 89.72 |