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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 958 | 2016-11-08 12:55:56 | 73.11 | 97% |
| 112 | 2016-10-04 21:48:25 | 49.18 | 96% |