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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 676 | 2015-10-14 23:50:57 | 151.44 | 98% |
| 373 | 2015-10-04 23:04:37 | 141.17 | 96% |
| 226 | 2015-09-27 21:52:48 | 140.20 | 98% |
| 112 | 2015-09-23 21:48:27 | 144.72 | 99% |