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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 612 | 2014-09-22 03:23:54 | 102.88 | 96% |
| 538 | 2014-09-18 06:30:47 | 105.37 | 97% |
| 358 | 2014-09-12 07:48:43 | 108.10 | 95% |