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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1149 | 2015-01-23 05:22:59 | 117.88 | 98% |
| 992 | 2015-01-18 14:35:31 | 108.20 | 92% |
| 986 | 2015-01-18 14:30:23 | 126.09 | 97% |