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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 367 | 2015-12-11 00:32:26 | 93.50 | 96% |
| 344 | 2015-12-10 18:23:59 | 101.24 | 98% |
| 207 | 2015-12-08 04:10:06 | 99.00 | 97% |
| 149 | 2015-12-08 02:46:29 | 93.61 | 96% |