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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 288 | 2014-09-21 23:29:20 | 81.82 | 91% |
| 234 | 2014-06-30 17:34:13 | 86.54 | 96% |
| 72 | 2014-03-14 05:58:42 | 66.22 | 91% |