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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 237 | 2016-02-24 03:56:15 | 107.98 | 98% |
| 119 | 2016-02-05 02:54:37 | 107.24 | 96% |